Don't try to listen for hidden meanings. Don't strain to know. Don't try to find yourself.
You don't exist!
You are the evanescent blue smoke that curls out of your cigar
the drop of water that struck the window pane
the quietly crackling song your lamp sings through the silence.
De Phantasus, 1300 páginas, composto entre 1886 e 1925 (traduçãode Rothenberg e Robinson).
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