Lombano, I am satisfied with you since that day! I kept no watch you while my face was breathing the same indifference as other travelers. The boy gets up in a fit of indignation, and wants to retire, not to participate, even unintentionally, to a bad action. I make him a sign, and it goes back to my side … He ran away! He fled! … But a shapeless mass pursues relentlessly on these tracks in the middle of the dust. The cries ceased suddenly, because the child has reached the foot against a stone protruding, and became a head injury by falling. The bus disappeared on the horizon and we only see the silent street … He fled! … He fled! … But only a shapeless mass pursued more aggressively on these tracks in the middle of the dust. See what rag that passes, bent over his pale lantern; there are more heart than him in all his kind of omnibus. He just picked up the child, be sure it will heal and not abandon it, as did his parents. He fled! … He fled! … But, from where it is located, the piercing look of the dresser goes hard on his footsteps, amid the dust! … Race stupid and silly! You will repent and to lead you. It is I who say to you. You repent, go! you will repent. My poetry is only to attack, by all means, man, this beast, and the Creator, that should not cause such vermin. Volumes piled on volumes, the rest of my life, and yet we do see that this one idea, always present to my consciousness!