In the woods there is a bird; its song stops you and makes you blush.

There is a clock that does not strike.

There is a hollow with a nest of white beasts.

There is a cathedral that goes down and a lake that rises.

There is a little carriage abandoned in the thicket, or that races down the road with ribbons on.

There is a troupe of little actors in costume, spotted on the road through the edge of the woods.

And in the end, when you are hungry and thirsty, there is someone who chases you away.


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