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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2004-12-07 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | A black butterfly entered by the windows of the Hilton. It glides inside the coffin and a crash of bones was lit of its silky wings. While janitors and mice tried to abort the flight. A black butterfly was filtered by the arteries of the magnate and the children sang an instant while the dusk prepared a skin and a bridal In the night, breathless buttons, elevator men tired pursued the black butterfly by the pipes of the luxurious coffin. The night exploded its black lights sailed the sky of the east and the weak butterfly of the moon traveled through the dream of ruins of it mortars and the cement. A blue butterfly left the Hilton in the arrive of the morning. Translation: Maria Eugenia Caseiro
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