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| [Este texto, tienes que leerlo en english]
here comes the juggler
playing the main part I am celebrating all my anniversaries at one time, since I am caught between the flames in the juggler’s hands; it’s an open-air performance with strokes of misfortune and words that taste like apples and quinces whose seeds from Eden once fell right on my existential square after all, fear trembles like a coloured leaf that is perfect to be chewed over in times of solitude; in the throng, the spectators make nice gestures and jump in their light shoes, they all sing and dance and mime the characters of a memorable painting; caterwauling cats scratch the dark air in the night, hungry, dissolute seconds come running from several directions they are having a great time what a night! what a burning flame life is!
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