to his indecisions, of winter and summer.

the one without a country in crowded restaurants,

the hesitant one, the hybrid, entangled in himself,

didnt know what to do there, whether he wanted

he returned to the agony of his native land,

the infinite look of the granite prism

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,

the circular solitude all banished him:

had no place here: the straight-angled stone,

of the masses, the 九_九_藏_书_网self,

the crushed one, the one made of concrete,

he went somewhere else with his sorrows,

he who wanted to go far awaｗwｗ.９9liｂ.ｎｅｔy, always farther away,

The weary one, orphan

or didnt want to leave or remain on the island,