As/Is







3.15.2008


borgesmontalecelanbaghavadgita

Ma, qui, la gioia ci sarà avvelenata sempre
But, here, happiness will be always impossible for us
(Sergio Quinzio)
:
secateurs, don’t cut off
that face,
it’s every man –
the past is distorted,
is getting old,
belongs to another me,
nothing’s rose,
nobody’s rose…
.
memory:
to save
what never dies
aletheia:
recoubra
na hanyate
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borgesmontalecelanbaghavadgita
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Quinzio's words from one of his letters to me
(S.Q., L'esilio e la gloria,1998)