Rano Raraku

How beautiful the world is

Greece has never existed

They shall not pass

My horse finds his oats in the crater

Some birdmen curvate swimmers

Fly around my head for

I too

Am here

Three-quarters mired

Teasing the ethnologists

In the friendly night of the South

They shall not pass

The plain is immense

They who step forward are ridiculous

The high images are down

André Breton