Edoardo Sanguineti – Erotopaegnia
Joan Mirò, The Tilled Field, 1923 It slept in you like a dry fibroma, like a thin tapeworm, a dream, now it crushes the gravel, now it shakes its own shadow; now it screeches, swallows, urinates, having always waited for the taste of camomile, the rabbit’s temperature, the noise of the hail, the shape of …