the infinite look of the granite prism,

he who wanted to go far away, always farther away,

the circular soli九-九-藏-書tude all banished him:

The weary one, orphan

he returned to the agohtｔｐs://ｒeaｄ.9９csｗ•ｃomny of his native land,

of the masses, the self,

the one without a country in crowded restaurants,ｒｅａd•9９ｃｓw•ｃoｍ

the crushed one, the one made of concrete,

he went somewhere else with his sorrows,

the hesitant one, the hy九九藏書brid, entangled in himself,

had no place here: the straight-angled stone,

didnt know what to do there, whether he want九_九_藏_書ed

or didnt want to leave or remain on the island,

to his indecisions, of winter and summer.