"There are metaphysical of the river, she swims in them, like a swallow in the air, swirling around to remember the bell tower, just sinking to even higher skyrocket. I describe, define and desire of these rivers - she swims in them. I am looking for them, I find, watch from the bridge - she swims in them. And like the swallow, does not know anything about that. It does not have - like me - know that he can live in a mess because I did not stop her aware of any order. This mess is the mysterious governance, bohemians body and soul, which opens wide the doors to her. Her life is a mess just for me, buried in superstition, which I despise, and that I respect both. "
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