Wordless Wednesday 22/12/21

This day in my blogging history

• 2014: My translation of Jednom (“Once”) because I woke up singing it.

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  I’ve known the rules since forever:
  only sadnesses are counted. (Read all here.)

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  2016: Thursday Doors from Orbetello

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  2018: Written on a day when “How do you do” is a wrong question:

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  Solstice

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  Red rivers
  on the full moon.
  Texture:
  vicious viscous.
  War inside my body,
  Rorschach test in my pants.
  Man is fearful for a reason.
  If this were blood
  he’d be dead by now.
  Instead, what do I see
  leaving my body?
  A red fridge.
  Cosy shelter.
  Living-room
  of a never-born.

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  2019: Blur, nothing

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  You think you have something
  but
  blur, blur, nothing.

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  But if it’s a blur
  then it’s not a nothing.

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  It may be the most
  you’ll ever get.

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  When the blur blurs into nothing,
  no thing is safe from sharpness.

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