October 27, 2011
It started with the black velvet which enveloped the 
Heavy shutters; Only in their main surfaces, 
All unnoticed before. 
My slumbering valet. My incipient delirium, 
Came to dissipate the dreamy stupor. 
If not to sleep, I should rest 
in contemplation of these pictures, 
To light the tongues of the 
Ones now long gone. 
They were confounded, subdued; 
Dreading only the pallet and brushed.

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