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			<title>One-word garments</title>
			<description>Waves of circumflexes,storms of adverbs,windmills of verbs,shells of signs of ellipsis,on the island of poemsof soul,of mind,of thought,one-word garmentsyou wearto endure!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Ideals</title>
			<description>Snow-covered mountains,ancient monuments,a north wind that nods to us,a thought that flows,images imbuedwith hymns of history,words on signswith ideals of geometry.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Illusions</title>
			<description>Noiseless wrinkleson our foreheadthe frontiers of history,shed oblique glancesat Homer&amp;rsquo;s verses.Illusionsfull of guiltredeemwounded whispersthat became echoesin lighted cavesof the fools and the innocent.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Fictitious line</title>
			<description>Smokesof cigarettesand mugsfull of coffee,nextto the fictitious linewhere the eddyof wordsleans againstand nods,wounded,to my silence.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>The end</title>
			<description>The savour of fruitsstill remainsin my mouth,but the bitterness of wordsdemolishes the cloudsand wrings the snowcounting the pebbles.But you never told mewhy you deceived me,why with painand injustice did you desireto say that the endalways in tearsis cast to flames.&amp;..</description>
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