I come from long flowered streets
where every grace has its own perfume
where every sound carries on its special scent
like in locomotives.
I come from long lighted avenues
where colors float in atmosphere like fog
where things are bright chinese fishes
like in poems.
O new reality grown up from old materia
because the streets and avenues are the same
but there are in my heart new colors and perfume
like in them.
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