After grasping the games and their rules The fatigue of participation becomes less and less bearable. Straight after grasping the knowledge of gain One must leave the game; This is not the story of losing But of not winning Because: The city is a woman so forlorn she can't say "no," Who makes love because she doesn't want to speak; The city is a badly beaten dog That no longer responds to pain; The tonic words that touch the hearts of urbanites Can't handle The aches that get buried deeper as the city dwellers sleep, And for this reason Every conversation in the city is a little bit in vain. * Every ache sleeps in a certain position. In sleep, the body that becomes itself as it forgets itself will discover that position through trial and error. The body knows how to soothe its own ache. The body can construct soporific angles, hills for its aches. Every hill conceals an ache. This is why thousands of aches will settle in the hills of our flesh, of our insides, where they have found their sleeping positions. This is why it is dangerous to budge people, to demolish their hills. To tug at cities and at urbanites is to awaken the aches that sleep on the hills. * -S live in every house; people build hills to put their aches to sleep. -S and -es, the adjacent suffixes, Will begin new days for new aches People who cause people to ache Will collide again tomorrow without ointment Then they'll return and make other people Lick their aching spots; -S and -es Shall live by licking and biting, By making people lick and bite*Šs Whereas saliva wounds the flesh: If you press your soft mouth for very long to a body, If you briefly glide your sharp mouth across a body, In both cases*Š Whereas saliva heals the flesh's wounds If you press your soft mouth for very long to a body, If you briefly glide your sharp mouth across a body, In both cases*Š * Wounds will open in your flesh Then the wounds will forget themselves in your flesh There is no third way in this city And in the other city*ŠAnd in the other one*Š Don't wake sleeping aches! Neither the city's, nor the city dwellers' Keep your saliva inside your cheeks, Don't kiss those who don't have the strength to say "no" Don't gather on the city's hills Like the pushy crowds Don't stamp around the hills and wake the city's aches Don't stand on the seven aches' seven hills, This work is not for you Because: If you bite, your mouth will hurt If you lick, you'll get poisoned In any case, it is you who will fall in this city * But still, a person can only be alone in a city with a sea. Because you can turn your face to the sea. That way, you turn your back to the crowds. As for cities without a sea, whichever way you turn there are people, whichever way you turn. For that reason, people should get along well with each other in cities without a sea. As for cities with a sea, those who want to can also live without running into people's faces. * Go down. Go down to the sea For if you turn your face to the sea You'll turn your back on the shameless crowd Only in a city with a sea can you be by yourself By the sea People are all the same. They gradually turn into mirrors. Only the opposite of your face, Its reverse can be reflected in their waters. Let go, don't look at those mirrors, Let your retinas register a thousand disparate waves Your nape to the sun, your forehead to the wind Look, look carefully, may your eyes brim with sea In any case you'll certainly Encounter, even in this city, A person who'll say, "Some sea got in your eye," to someone, "A bird got stuck in your hair," to someone else Who'll lean their ear against your mind, Who'll look not at your face, but wherever you're looking Who, when you say, "They're crowding the sea, the water hurts," Won't be surprised and stare at your mouth, but at the sea In this city of seven aches This person will touch your aches without waking them Lull your pain without opening it up Go down. Go down to the sea
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