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	AUTOMN The warmth disappears, the excitement, the expectation reshapes into thorn dry golden-yellow leaves and into a preparation for the battle with bony branches. The sadness of the mud, rain, mould streams through the window into my room. But the fruits of a golden-yellow pear-tree do not reach its windows-panes. It's too late, ripe pear-tree! I'm standing under your crown. The wind entangles my hair with your branches, the leaves wash my face and my hairs flow on the ground. I fruitlessly watch the heavy branches and beg you to offer your hands to me with the help of the wind but you haughtily drop the fruits to break on the ground. For the ants and worms to feast upon. I convulsivela pluck them, tainted, from the ground, from the nettles. I avidly absorb the last juices of summer.	THIS WIND has swept away my thoughts and strewn my dresses over the streets. Naked under the hair and the sorrow of the world. This wind has strewn my body over the streets. From dark rooms convulsively spring up hands who've gone astray, deceived by the love-instinct. This wind has strewn my senses. And I'm naked under the hair and the depths of the sky.

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