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instead of motto:
we cannot see anything that we don’t already know. solutions?
imagine
here
people closing doors of snow
my window waiting for the spring
imagine
here
in the absence of time
branches coming out from the rifts
of the tarmac
no buds
never passed behind the grating
into the other house
there
distance
becomes thin
melting like an icicle
over the walls’ wood
I’ll bring you in today
with hands
and eyes I-don’t-know-the-color
with your prey animals
here
into the most probable illusion
of all
I’ll wear the happiness
with the top two buttons missing
no face no voice
touch
effect of the wings
flapping
A translation of this poem
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