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My house has no walls, no ceiling, no floors,
Nothing at all as it looks home.
My house is a hollow trunk
A big blue trunk standing out in the grey
From hollow trunk one glance thrown by chance is enough
To make the rooms change
The heights, the distances, the plains transfigured
And shining through the air
Since I live I saw the things better
And my knowledge grows in concentric circles
Like the trunks of the trees
Whose rounds raise every year
Once, around the blue forest there was the wide park
Of a great metropolis but nowadays it's an invisible landscape
Being able to condition the visible, 'cause spread all over
There are the dead bones rolled by the wind
