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"i don't mind the harmony of waters
I'm looking nothing but dissonances
Something more than perfection
Crossing the narrow arch
That i know"
[passage from s. quasimodo]
Even today
We found a treasure
We found the masks
But nothing of what was found here
Will be sent-away
Or fall in wrong hands
[inscription found in a deserted lunatic asylum]
