The Cold War: Art Movement - Poem by Atef Ayadi
When I write,
It is always
from the words' sweat,
from the ink's bitterness,
At the paper's edge, or
At the end or the beginning of the line.
When I paint,
And I do not know what I paint;
But it is always
At the center
Of the canvas.
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