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“Живее само моето подобие, приятелка или приятел, което може да ме разбуди от вцепенението ми, да разедини поезията, да ме отправи срещу границите на старата пустиня, за да триумфирам. Никой друг. Нито небесата, нито ощастливената земя, нито нещата, над които треперим. Факел, аз танцувам само с теб.”

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