Thursday, June 21, 2018

YOU HEAR the destruction of wood Comments

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YOU HEAR the destruction of wood (the blind termites in its veins), you see needles and wardrobes full of shadow.

It is the mortal nap. So much childhood under the eyelids!

Like the sad horsefly of summer, you take from your face, your mother's black serge. You will

wake in oblivion.
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Antonio Gamoneda
black childhood mother sad summer
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