Travelers
When we reach the edge of the Universe, we will hold hands...
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Fragments from published volumes — poetry and prose. Click on any to read in full.
13 FRAGMENTS
When we reach the edge of the Universe, we will hold hands...
READ →A few hours ago we were arguing, for no particular reason...
READ →I could hear the snowflakes hitting the sleigh and the frozen apples shaking off their dreams...
READ →It was winter... In front of the house, the snow came to life, transformed into us...
READ →Gather, wind, the ashes of lost time; we have grown old beside the cherry tree in full bloom...
READ →We were talking, it was somewhere a few years ago. By chance, the years have passed...
READ →The realm of dreams, in which we were born and grew up, has begun to die...
READ →I shall write a cheerful poem too: once there was a child, with giant strides...
READ →I often return among the rocks, with the same profound passion...
READ →The summer days were long, scorching and laden with the stale smell of still water...
READ →I dreamed I was in a world of smoke and could not breathe...
READ →It was quite hard to feel the spirit of this city if you were not an artist who dreamed...
READ →The horizon was losing its frail line, swallowed by the golden mantle of the sun...
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