THIS    IS    THE    DAY

                                

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             PART I

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            This is the Day

This, this day, this is the day   This is the day we get up

He has forgotten


























The mystery, the method, the















































formula

The why























































































He has lost






















































It





































































































It












is












lost



































































It is








said of him

That      he



































lost








































































It







































































The glass, the secret:





of































































the

















































ruby glass

This    this  glass:       







look  at  this  glass

It is, a, glass:



















the glass  is  without  sin

The crack is stained :







































































only  the  crack  is  evil

I  see  them  running  up a  hill

What is your ....?































































































How strange .   .   .    ?

There is no one: no house, only debris

How  strange:



                a whole town of glass



























































How can people live

in a glass house?

Speak

“I   .


   .           .”

Again!        Before  the  time  goes

                 “It  is  cold ”

I want the red glass

    You will never see the sun again

                   




               







    "The Ruby is our master’s melody "

                         









































































The  davenport  is  here

When night falls, the faces will die

                                      "I want the red glass."

Everything is in this land, and everything is in the ruby

But, like sleep-walkers, people 

                                 

            walk toward their doom

  Everything is gone

        "It is the time to discover your shoes."

Is Ascher dead? 


Will he dance? 


Make him dance!

Is he dead? 


Make him dance till he rattles

                                                    "It is 

                                                     our day"

She is cooling and she will not crack anymore

He who has three loaves and 
drops one on the way 
must not sleep

   







   

   
















































      

                                 “This is the day to stand up”

.

It is dark

  “For twelve years there has been no fire, 
  and now my shoes are gone”

                                               

                                                     *

Life oozes from all

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                                                                  *

When the black box drops down, a 
green and yellow dust rises

It is dark

                                                            


























































“Every  s m i l e   is    a     g r i m a c  e”

I like you      You




ha






ve





a



























heart  of  glass

In the forest the cock crows, but the people are dead

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                            PART II

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On the Island, for centuries, some forgotten people have lived

They sail away into mystery

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                         PART III 

  

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There is no memory   

The clown      






 The day  of  the    fumbling














balloon

He says:       





                      “What of the red?

                       What of the secret house?”

                                                   *

The giant approaches with cold thoughts

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                                      PART IV

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The chair is where she sat






















A   cry     in     the     vacant       face

.

We must not 
The  silence  hurts  me

No, I am not you





















No!

Many     things         are:    

The silence disquiets me




























































































                          *                     *                        *


























        GO






































 SLOW





























                                              *            *           *
     











I





































































cant

look silence







































and



































the wax men









in the face

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                                   PART V

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This is the day you get up          The  glass  place  is













on  fire

This  Is  The  Fire  Day

It  is  pure         Nothing   is




cracked   or   stained

“For twelve years there has been no fire,


and now my shoes are gone”

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I like


















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You have a














heart

































of























glass

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