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I threw my books behind the times

threaded on my names
 gave way to the horsmen of this land

kneeled down with solemnity
 and

lift up the eyes

don't give me then in mariage
 to  the fine dust in the air

hid the memory

I fear that cities drive me away while I detest exils

hid the memory

I am only the shadow of others

since I became the myth loving the simple heart