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Book, beautiful book, little forest, leaf after leaf, your paper smells of the elements, you are daily and nocturnal, grain, ocean; in your ancient pages bear hunters, bonfires along the Mississippi, canoes in the islands; later on roads and more roads, revelations, rebellious towns,
Rimbaud, like an injured blood-soaked fish gasping in the mud, and the beauty of brotherhood, stone by stone building the human castle, grief interwoven with firmness, solidarity; occult book passed from pocket to pocket, a secret lamp, a red star.