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.
The sunlight, the darkness in the wind
is as decoys, as is
lament that, every morning, brings us the life
the rose fragrance, the joy of pleasing,
misfortune suffered,
sweet caress of the cool morning, is like a beginning,
is like the end of the certain fate,
is like the bold faith of a novice. . .
Then, the usual things: the 'eternal torment
of' fleeting hours, the same time
unconscious sleep, the 'equal
yawn at awakening, the usual boredom. The usual alternate
perpetuate the living, who
Smart, who joyful, happy ignorant;
those sad aware of what events lead
random uncertainty for the future. . .
this life: the fact
lost in anything, and this is the 'man
crying baby, a cot, l' Obito begins. . .
who enjoys good fortune, who suffers from pain and
suffering in sadness forgive because no escape is oppressed by the powerful:
ancestral injustice of creation, following
offspring of my embrace.
And only a right, if that right exists,
knows how to enjoy life in death:
outbreak of 'blue and sea of \u200b\u200bnoise. But this first
's self-destruction,
greedy for someone who s'
increases in the ratio of' selfishness pollutant
delinquent
human creation and, worse than reality, which always mind.
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Om.De.In., January 5, 1957
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