or that dead man who possesses now only his head and a shoe,

The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.

Nobody is asleep.

Another day

The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,

dahlias.

it was necessary to call out the dogs to keep him quiet.

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will throw themselves on the yellow skies that take refuge in the

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Careful! Be careful! Be careful!

of the bridge,

a whip, boys, a whip!

because of a dry countryside on his knee;

eyes of cows.

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who has moaned for three years

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In a graveyard far off there is a corpse

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and whoever is afraid of death will carry it on his shoulders.

open the stage trapdoors so he can see in the moonlight

One day

we will watch the preserved butterflies rise from the dead

No one is ９９ｌib•ｎｅtsleeping.

and that boy who cries because he has never heard of the invention

where the bears teeth are waiting,

But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist;

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Nobody is sleeping.

and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the

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night,

stars.

and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain forever

Nobody is asleep.

In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.

Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful!

I have said it before.

and still walking through a country of gray sponges and silent boats

in a thicket of new veins,

If someone does close his eyes,

But if someone grows too much moss on his temples during the

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the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of the

where the mummified hand of the boy is waiting,

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flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouths

we will watch our ring flash and roses spring from our tongue.

are waiting,

Let there be a landscape of open eyes

we must carry them to the wall where the iguanas and the snakes