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Blaise Cendrars

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At that time I was a kid Barely sixteen and already I no longer remembered my childhood I was 16,000 leagues from the land of my birth I was in Moscow, in the city of 1003 bell towers and 7 train stations And I didn't get enough of the 7 stations and the 1003 towers Because I was such a hot and crazy kid That my heart, tower to tower, was burning like the Temple of Ephesus or like Red Square in Moscow At sunset. And my eyes got shiny in those ancient streets And I was already such a bad poet That I didn't know how to go about it. The Kremlin was a huge Tartar cake Iced with gold With the big white almonds of the cathedrals And the honey gold of bells ... An old monk read me the legend of Novogorod I was thirsty And I deciphered the cuneiform characters Then suddenly the pigeons of the Holy Ghost fluttered over the square And my hands flew up too groaning like an albatross And that's the last thing I remember about the last day of my last journey And of the sea. Still, I was an ext

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