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And then in its turn the journey entered the 'zone,'
and Hayao showed me my images already affected by the moss of time,
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freed of the lie that had prolonged the existence
of those moments swallowed by the spiral.
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When spring came, when every crow announced
its arrival by raising his cry half a tone,
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I took the green train of the Yamanote line and
got off at Tokyo station, near the central post office.
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Even if the street was empty I waited at the red light
Japanese style
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so as to leave space for the spirits of the broken cars.
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Even if I was expecting no letter
I stopped at the general delivery window,
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for one must honor the spirits of torn up letters,
and at the airmail counter to salute the spirits of unmailed letters.
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I took the measure of the unbearable vanity of the West,
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that has never ceased to privilege being over non-being,
what is spoken to what is left unsaid.
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I walked alongside the little stalls of clothing dealers.
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I heard in the distance Mr. Akao's voice reverberating
from the loudspeakers... a half tone higher.
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Then I went down into the basement where my friend
the maniacbusies himself with his electronic graffiti.
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Finally his language touches me, because he talks to that part of us
which insists on drawing profiles on prison walls.
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A piece of chalk to follow the contours of what is not,
or is no longer, or is not yet;
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the handwriting each one of us will use to compose his own list of 'things
that quicken the heart,' to offer, or to erase.
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In that moment poetry will be made by everyone,
and there will be emus in the 'zone.'