LAMENTATIONS 

Money!

The words of the poet fly away with the terrible birds that seek revenge for usurping their homes on huge cliffs in Iceland. Doubts that can cripple and improve the poet waits like a new planet, hidden by the brightness of the sun.

Wonderful sleek boats enter and leave the harbor of the estuary. The poet climbs the ridge and grasps the whole of his known universe in a single glance

Even with the classics, he discovers that he is dissatisfied. Even there, in the purest genius , there is something that can not speak to the world he walks in. His mind is typical and it races fifteen thousand times around the earth before finding its body. "Ah, now, with a body I can, at least, make love to the woman."

He notes down in his journals. " Will begin studies on the modern world first thing tomorrow morning."

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