THIS IS the story of a certain spring, a spring which was more real, more dazzling and vivid than the other springs, a spring which simply took its literal text seriously, that inspired manifesto written in the brightest festive red, the red of a wax seal and of the calendar, the red of a colored pencil and the red of enthusiasm – an amaranth of timely telegrams from far away… Every spring begins this way, from those enormous and astounding horoscopes, beyond the scale of a single season of the year; and in each one – let it be told at last – there is everything: endless processions and manifestations, revolutions and barricades – and at a certain moment, through each of them, the hot wind of remembrance blows, that boundlessness of sadness and intoxication searching in vain for the adequate in reality. {Queendeva}

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