The hiding place of Orfeo .: July 2013
- Author: Adam Floyd Dec 11, 2017,
Dec 11, 2017, 6:35
I do not go to the sea in this wide summer covered with heat, I will not go any further
and the cracks that surround lives and my life.
At what distance, in front of which window
on which train station
I left behind the sea and there we were,While there the battle continued
of white and green and stone and
That's how it looks like it was like this: life changes, and he who dies
does not know that part of life,
That great note, that abundance of anger and glare were far away, >
you were blindly severed.
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sea whose waves do not know how to kill
I do not care for salt and sound:
I want mine, sea artillery
of the ocean striking the shores,
The foam where power dies. I go out to sea this summer: I am locked in, buried, and long of the tunnel that takes me prisoner
I hear a green thunder remotely>
a cataclysm of broken bottles,
a whisper of salt and agony. / b>
It is the liberator. It is the ocean, far away, in my homeland, waiting for me.
Artist: Gustave Courbet