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This
savage people accompanied by the dogs
gets
closer to the dogs and licks their fur.
Their
barking covers my Word how far the birds
and
the springs are through dwarfish coppices
is
visible the end of the world advancing.
The
air is petrified the mud is red. These gypsy
manele
songs drive you crazy as do the worthless
newspapers.
Maybe they will soon leave without
learning
to speak. Maybe it’s ridiculous but they
all
make dog’s muzzle and they don’t even know
if
they are in the world. I’m retreating more and more
to
the silence and I don’t distinguish the shadows
that
are barking. The Star of the Dog is powerfully shining.
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