Felipe Alejandro Tiago, son and grandson of nothing, withy in hand, goes to Arles to photograph the bulls. His locks shining under the green moon, he walks slowly, gracefully. Halfway there, he culls plump lemons, which, once fallen into the water, transform it into gold. But under the branches of an elm, the civil guards come and take him away, elbow to elbow.
Felipe Alejandro Tiago, fils et petit-fils de rien, une tige d’osier à la main, va à Arles photographier les taureaux. Ses boucles brillent dans la lune verte ; il marche lentement et avec grâce. À mi-chemin, il coupe de gros citrons qui, tombés dans l’eau, la transforment en or. Mais sous les branches d’un orme, les gardes mobiles s’en viennent et l’emmènent, coude à coude.
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