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felt sounds. noise. rhythms. microscopic orchestrations of movement of the release. of bodies moving out of habit. that stretch reluctantly. throwing these microsegni space. air. odor. and become aware of things by heart. and become "ten minutes". and become the end. inexorable. someone would call them behaviors. I do not. I can not. these movements have come so much in me so much in me that I hate them. I hate them. do not like them more. I know them by heart. each individual sound. vibration. displacement. each of these signs is a signal. something that means something. although nothing in itself, and above all of these objects, which may have an effect. yet it does. each of these "so" corresponds to a single element of language. a language that I have not yet understood, but I know who I can recognize. and that I could even speak.
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