„Later on you will find buried near the coconut treethe knife which I hid there for fear you would kill me,and now suddenly I would be glad to smell its kitchen steelused to the weight of your hand, the shine of your foot:under the dampness of the ground, among the deaf roots,in all the languages of the men only the poor will know your name,and the dense earth does not understand your namemade of impenetrable divine substances.“

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