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was my crib next to the library,

dark Babel, where novel science, fable ,

Everything, dust and Greek, and Latin ash

blur. I was high as a folio.

And two voices talking to me. An insidious and firm:

"The Earth is a cake filled with sweetness

I can (and your pleasure will never end now!)

Forjarte an appetite for greatness as well."

And another: 'Come! Oh look! to travel through dreams

far as possible and known. "

and is singing like the wind in the sand,

Phantom

not know that part

emerged that caresses the ear while it frightens.

I will answer you: 'Yes! Sweet voice! "Since then

Data what you can call my sore

And my fate. Behind the panels

The existence immense, most black abyss,

I see distinctly the strangest worlds

And my vision ecstasy victim,

creeping after snakes bite my heels.

And after that moment, like the prophets,

With great affection I love the sea and the desert,

And smile in grief and sob

parties and meeting

pleasing to taste more acidic wine

And the facts sometimes seem to me tales

And look at the sky fall in deep wells. More

voice comforts me by saying: "They are more beautiful

dreams of fools that wise man."