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Luis Vidales

MOVING LANDSCAPES

Mr Wilde has said that sunsets are out of fashion. This defect could undoubtedly be covered
up if landscapes constantly moved around. The fact of seeing a landscape in the same place
– is necessarily boring. The contrary would be charming. And spectacular. A cluster of
trees migrating under the sky. Or a tree going on its way to the jungle – alone – straight–
on its countless little, white legs.

But then people would invent cages to trap landscapes. And a landscape in a cage can’t feel
very happy.

Paisajes ambulantes

Paisajes ambulantes

Mr Wilde ha dicho que los crepúsculos están pasados de moda. Es indudable que se podría
disimular ese defecto si los paisajes variaran constantemente de sitio. Eso de ver un paisaje
en un mismo lugar – es necesariamente aburrido. Lo contrario sería encantador. Y
espectacular. Un grupo de árboles emigrando bajo el cielo. O un árbol que pasara para la
selva – solo – recto – sobre sus innumerables patitas blancas.

Pero entonces la gente inventaría jaulas para cazar paisajes. Y un paisaje dentro de una
jaula no debe sentirse contento.
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MOVING LANDSCAPES

Mr Wilde has said that sunsets are out of fashion. This defect could undoubtedly be covered
up if landscapes constantly moved around. The fact of seeing a landscape in the same place
– is necessarily boring. The contrary would be charming. And spectacular. A cluster of
trees migrating under the sky. Or a tree going on its way to the jungle – alone – straight–
on its countless little, white legs.

But then people would invent cages to trap landscapes. And a landscape in a cage can’t feel
very happy.

MOVING LANDSCAPES

Mr Wilde has said that sunsets are out of fashion. This defect could undoubtedly be covered
up if landscapes constantly moved around. The fact of seeing a landscape in the same place
– is necessarily boring. The contrary would be charming. And spectacular. A cluster of
trees migrating under the sky. Or a tree going on its way to the jungle – alone – straight–
on its countless little, white legs.

But then people would invent cages to trap landscapes. And a landscape in a cage can’t feel
very happy.
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