Picasso gives us Things
which disorganize our eyes
The lines fly parallel
but later they break away
The faces begin
suddenly by profile
The olden Demoiselles
a today’s shape tomorrow is no more
Picasso leaves the head
our head, irreparable.
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Picasso leaves the head our head, irreparable. you makes a art of heavn in...