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And the revolution of the
cosmos,
the chaotic movement,
imposed its autumn:
it couldn't be progress
without the recycling of
the material reason of touch
(in space convents did not exist).
Life searched for joy,
not for leisure.
It was necessary to domesticate
everything!
Existence refuted the restlessness
of the clockworks,
could not rotate like an instrument:
they stop,
oxidize and rust. |