Trafika Europe 12 - French Bon-Bons

13 Poems

This childish exaltation in the strange nights through these lands of sleep beyond the ages in the chilly morning in the wind’s breath in order to breathe better the feeling of joy

In a deaf slide an echo

a voice came from far off from the way of the sea because there was no other way out

And behind in the other direction there was nothing

The empty horizon is so strange overcome with a thirst that nothing quenches like a handful of snow

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