Lost sleep on sidewalks and rooms rendered deaf
your summer with song I accelerate
A vigilante figure and stealth is on the outskirts
calling and calling
but what is missing, tell me, in the tiny card
where are your name, your street and your vigilance
if the figure is mixed with the letters of sleep,
if only you'll no longer look for you.
Mendoza, Argentina 1944. Julio Cortazar
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