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One day, no doubt, before the arid plains or lands reclaimed by forest,
no one will guess the intelligence man once imposed on the shapes of the earth,
raising the stones of Florence amidst the great swaying of Tuscan olive trees.

Nothing will remain of those palaces where Michelangelo passed, exasperated by Raphael,
nor of the little cafés of Paris where Renoir sat with Cézanne, Van Gogh with Gauguin.

The eternity of solitude conquers dreams no less than it conquers armies,
and men have known this, ever since they’ve existed—and known they must die.

I have seen the Malay ocean strewn with phosphorescent jellyfish,
as far as the night allowed the eye to dive into the bay.

Then the trembling nebula of fireflies blanketing the hills down to the forest
slowly vanish in the great erasure of dawn.

If the fate of humanity is as futile as that condemned light,
then the merciless indifference of day is no stronger than the glowing jellyfish
that sculpted the tomb of the Medici in enslaved Florence,
nor than the one that carved the three crosses in solitude and abandonment.
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