May 2012
6 posts
April 2012
24 posts
February 2012
20 posts
My cane, my pocket change, this ring of keys. The obedient lock, the belated notes The few days left to me will not find time To read, the deck of cards, the tabletop, A book and crushed in its pages the withered Violet, monument to an afternoon Undoubtedly unforgettable, now forgotten, The mirror in the west where a red sunrise Blazes its illusion. How many things, Files, doorsills, atlases,...
