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...in
his dreams now cities light as kites appear, pierced cities like laces,
cities tranparent as mosquito netting, cities like leaves' veins; cities
lined like a hand's palm, filigree cities to be seen through their opaque
and fictitious thickness. "In the midst of a flat and yellow land,
dotted with meteorites and erratic boulders, I saw from a distance the spires
of a city rise, slender pinnacles, made in such a way that the moon in her
journey can rest now on one, now on another, or sway from the cables of
the cranes." |