Octavio Paz – Parole in forma di polverio / Words in the shape of a cloud of dust
Leon Jan Wyczolkowski, Spring in Goscieradz, 1933 I open the window overlooking anywhere. The window that opens inward. The wind lifts snapshots mild, towers of dust swirling. They are higher than this house. They are within this paper. Fall and get up. Before you say anything, to fold the sheet disperse. Whirlwinds of echoes aspirated, …
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