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       Buñuel wrote: in his magnificent biography:   that experts places a bottle of vermouth in
the window: in front of a bottle of gin: so that the sun's rays passing through: and then:   the
Martini is the driest.  
       This is what I remembered: when I was thinking: why I cannot to abandon:     even for the
living world: thick colored crayons from Jolly. Magenta: golden: butter: turquoise:      cobalt:
strawberry milk: orange: copper: lemon: canary: grass) I couldn't give them:  neither to my son:
nor to my daughter: and: whenever they beg off them from me for a while -           I experience
incredibly greedy anguish (the miserly resentment leaping in my voice:  they have to reassure me
repeatedly: that they immediately put them back in the tea box:  where I nurse all my unfettered
drawing). 
       But I don't like drawing with them at all. If: the lust for purple or turquoise: shake me
briefly - I make a line or two: and: yuck - dislike: but I don’t: I can never!
       This is because:     the connoisseurs leave their humble gray pencil lying in the rainbow
society of all her colorful sisters: and then: there is a world: what comes out of it - lavish

       (15.03.21)
        No: this was because: time hasn't come yet: but now:     I want to eat all colors of the
world: I want to make love with whole horny rainbow: