" on the pond / in your bower / heron caught me: / lean and silent / / Light in lilac / spy and splendid. / Do not blow right away / pleats and ncourages? / / Circle after circle / none of us is / Everything is smooth. / All is mild . "
Celan
be alone, who not alone?, After all is a natural condition. Walking in circles, go to the market, whistling, trying new songs, make a leap of faith to invent the silent embrace the silence, look at the howling of the wolves that surround the caravan space between the sand and sweat of the constellations , ramble, do not look out the window, not in the mood for celebrations, composing hymns of silk, look in the mirror without recognizing, simulate an offer to the gods the blind, love is the index of this book, all Prayers are lost on the night grows hopeless, sleep and tomorrow is another day.
(I hope)
Shostakovich: Symphony # 3 In E Flat Major, 'The First Of May '
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