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Friday, 13 January 2012

...I did not know what to say, my mouth had no way with names, my eyes were blind, and something started in my soul, fever or forgotten wings...

...and I made my way, deciphering that fire, and I wrote the first faint line, faint, without substance, pure nonsense, pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing...

(Pablo Neruda)

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