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And it's not wise to start conjunctions. Not the words of the first lean winter. Not the wind darting over the salt water to warm light of evening. And are not the voice that pop like the sound vibration of the whip. Not the cries of the beast factor, movendola back home in the evening. Not the pain of the thin moist temples. And there are phrases calm idleness, those whispered in blind oblivion. Not the remoteness of the year, put down with the cunning of memory. It is the night that jumped too soon at the door. And there are the subtle sounds of the leaves that give way to the fast pace of our silly shoes. It is not the silent passion of adolescence shy. And there are the prayers of the breviary writhing on the lips of young women repent. Do not shame for the ecstasy of the flesh. Not the crash that breaks the throat. And I'm finally drops that run through the face. Not the heavy sighs. It is nothing of this. Only the passage of time.