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From: The man of the sand ...To the shoulders of that ustling shadow, took shape ghost of oxen with highest horn which become tame to the first gesture of its hand; then he spoke: "Don't you hurry so; if you don't watch the sands carefully you risk being swallowed up by them!" His voice was similar to a thunder, but deep, dark as if as you had never heard any; however I wasn't terrified. "I'm the man that you are looking for, I'm Aeropo the cowherd! "He held through the thick beard. "If you left to go all and therefore, you look at me straight in the my eyes you would see your birth, that's what you are breathlessly searching." "Where I would find myself?" I had the courage to ask. "In the game of the more hidden powers, in the true earth of Berrohè where the Court of the Displeased ones supervises on the three talismans, where the brought races haven't equal in the world: fast animals like the wind, with the arched and powerful neck, with the wide chest and the quivering nostrils, oxen with gilt backs and heated eyes, the place where the earth is opaque and heavy and the stables surpass the hills, where the hooves are shod with silver and the ringing bridles announce infinite lines." |
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