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Occasionally, mister Lizard visits me
I know he is coming when I dream of blue branches.

I drew him with ink on a rock
I embroidered him a suit and limbs
he has memory from that moment on.

He lives only on canvases and in books
he follows me even on digital screens.

He asked me for a home in the meadows
and to install a sun for him over the village of shadows
sometimes he writes this story
I confess his verses frighten me.

When he terrifies me in dreams, I am often frustrated
in revenge, I depict him in fog.

But only with his arrival
does the paintbrush speak.

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