Trafika Europe 14 - Italian Piazza

Barbara Serdakowski Trzymaj się chleba powszedniego Hold on to the daily bread Et les mies répandues, en proie aux oiseaux. With scattered breadcrumbs, prey to birds. The vertebrae play sad melodies On my instrument body With drum breasts And the throat empty of words, Only noises of air pushed by far away currents, Opens like the mouth of a fish essicated in the wind.

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