Nascosti Paroli ― Seen Fleetingly, From A Train ~ Bronislaw Maj Seen fleetingly, from a train: a foggy evening, strands of smoke hanging immobile over fields, the humid blackness of earth, the sun almost set—against its fading shield, far away, two dots: women in dark wraps coming back from church perhaps, perhaps one tells something to another, some common story, of sinful lives perhaps—her words distinct and simple but out of them one could create everything again. Keep it in memory, forever: the sun,[...]
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