"The secret really shone like a ripe fruit. began to turn on the lights in town.
Children entered their homes.
hear the whistle of the puppeteer who called you. You disappeared
saying:
"No home, no parents, no love, there is only
playmates."
and turn off all lights so that we light for
always the stars of the teens who were born in your hands
in one evening in 1890 or so ... "
Jorge Teillier , The Lost Domain, 1963
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