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The turtle that has walked so long and seen so much with his ancient eyes, the turtle that fed on olives of the deep sea, the turtle that has swum for seven centuries and known seven thousand springs, the turtle shielded against the heat and cold, against the rays and waves, the turtle of yellow and silver, with stern lunar amber and rapine feet, the turtle remains here asleep, and doesn't know it.
The old man assumed a hardness, abandoned the love of waves and became rigid as an iron plate.
Closing the eyes that have dared so much ocean, sky, time, and earth, and now, he sleeps among the other rocks.