Originally posted on WEISSES WERK:
Non si raccoglie il silenzio del bosco mettendogli intorno parole, alberi o montagne. È una trama che scavalca i fiumi e senza fare un’onda solca i laghi, aggira gli occhi annichiliti delle bestie che lo perlustrano nascosti nelle tane. È fuoco acceso contro il cielo senza focolare. Si irradia da…
Category Archives: Poetry
& What About The Fifth
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Mbs by Dogears
whereas forty-ish per annum as average page length shall vary dense typography footnotes cf freebooters neodes > scree headhunters man caves arboreal alarmists rescue the index
Who Has Ticket Two
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Stu’s VW
jump out an airplane kilometers off target limit at times what marginal error no-one who’s there or over or inside the wall points the other way rather than take a u-turn quietly queue up
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