All the wars of the world
Those small thingsWhich in small dosesWeave life,HerebyThey deposited and failed me,Here am i, a survivor,Far away, elsewhere,Surrounded with other customs I am aloneO so much aloneAs an islandAn old sober and stony islandWhich on an impetuous sea,Dances and waddlesBehind a veil of fog And these are some morningsWhen, with red and salted eyes,I get up […]
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