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there are volcanoes that die
there are volcanoes that remain
there are volcanoes that are just for the wind there are volcanoes
crazy
ago volcanoes drunk adrift
there are volcanoes whose mouth emerges occasionally
real dogfish
there are volcanoes that veil their faces in the clouds always

there are volcanoes like wallowing rhinoceros whose tired
you can feel the pocket galactic
there are volcanoes piles raising monuments to people missing
there are volcanoes volcanoes vigilant
barking
standing guard at the threshold of Kraal
people sleeping there are fantastic volcanoes that appear and disappear
(these are games lemurs)
we must not forget those who are not the smallest volcanoes
no backbone and has never identified with the night grudges are built
there are volcanoes whose mouth is an accurate measure of the ancient tear.

Aime Cesaire.