I stroll around … viewing the nearly empty streets. Anotaciones de la escritora en italics: the empty streets create a new territory, for what?
It is interesting watching them Watching who?
doing their routines. What kind of routines?
locales walk at a brisk pace way? What for?
their naked feet make Why are their feet naked?
no sound on the streets Why don’t they make any sound?
they pay no attention Why?
whatever to where they are going Why?
either in this world What is this world like?
or the next. How is the next one?
i feel i am getting to know them. Why?
I hear the utter lifelessness of the streets Why is there no life?
men sing for hours What do they sing? What for?
The words of the songs are not profound Which words do they utter?
There, I get a great sense of grimness How, How can we know that?
I want to go high up Where?
I am feeling discouraged How does this express itself?
it seems so impossible to force my way up Why?
i am now in apparently a lake What is it like?
Save for this squawking of the parrots, the swamps are silent all the day. Why is it so?
There you certainly get a great sense of vastness. How far does it extend? Where does it expand into?
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