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French ports and Catalan towns were visited by Joanna.
French towns and Catalan ports; and the industrial revolution in Asturias.
Using of old Mercator maps, and calibers; Joanna visited.
In the country, along the different kilometers, milk cows she saw, and the tractors on green seas.
So in Bretagne, so in Metz; so in Brest.
So in Pau, so in Salou, so in Olot.
So in Palafrugell.
...And the Earth just heard the Earth and its emissions.
In a time without time and with space
In a space without space and with time
Joanna visited]
(Did you realize that I was talking about a timeless time?)
Joanna, Joanna March from Barcelona, the artistic.
I shall keep on searching, she said.
I said.
In cartographic mundonuevos, the springtime was tepid May for the merchant ships anchored on domesticated seas, our Atlanto-Mediterranean domesticity.
Bearded fishermen in pullover did greet her at her crusade, apostle-faced men of these seas of Jesus: la Europa cristiana.
And as they imbibed their masculine pain in bottles of alcohol, bottles of storm; the tempest smiled, and disappeared like a vampire surrounded of Sun.
Because the chronometer said it was Limoges.
French ports and Catalan hamlets Joanna walked
Like in a sentimental journey, like the journey of Sterne
How is this? Could you understand if someone just allows herself go?
Everytime I heard that voice, muzzled of reveries like the manganese of the days
there was a mist settled over the Channel.
French ports and Catalan towns were visited by Joanna
In a lifetime
Or is maybe one lifetime all the lifetimes?
Her words were confusing.
Echoing all along the Basque Pyrenees: the Pirinioak.
It was the afternoon a gaseous state, and the world kept on turning on its silent axis.
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For me, it was just like a metallic box of pencils of 1974; worn already, with its landscape picture depicting some snowy slopes of Aragon or.
Or French towns, Catalan ports.
Catalan ports.
Another being was I when I saw the revelation
Another life was I
Another time, without space
Another space, without time.
When, like enchanted in a haze of crystal and leopard’s wings, Joanna visited
Those Catalan towns
Those French ports.
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