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very many figs WHEN I WAS BORN ... PEARL

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When I was born there were lots of figs. It can not, I say, if it was winter and cold. However
was well, were in all trees, even those who were fig trees, and amid the flowers.
Dark blue or pink, some from the origin, brought attached a violet or a fly. Or the central point culling a pearl (never did at all). Or fell off like stars rotating rings wrapped in color, until almost lifeless around the place.
He was a smell of syrup and lilies.
I, within my first cry, it was a few minutes after birth, told my mother: There figs.
My mother smiled at my grandmother Rosa, and said: Look what it says.
And my grandmother was close, too, with downcast eyes, fixed smile and a big crown of black figs thick and tormented.