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Rose of the Winds Day -
sewn in to fix, already without the jumps 10
presents itself without music,
as if she were a dry stick dancing, but keeping
the posture of those who saw the earth
lean a little further,
leading the life of an actress without an actor,
female without male, without truce
with the yes, with the ruler with the no,
the rose of the breath sits and smoothes
the damp faces. How many faces
you irrigate, rosa, all over the world?
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DeepL.com, Germany. March 2020
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