Phoenix City


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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