portrait by Pablo Picasso
late in life
June 7, 2011 § Leave a comment
portrait by Pablo Picasso
June 7, 2011 § Leave a comment
I am callous
I am tender
And I have wasted my time
Dreaming without sleeping
Sleeping while walking
Everywhere I’ve gone
I’ve found myself absent
I belong nowhere
Except the void
But I carry hidden high up in my bowels
At the spot where lightning has too often struck
A heart where each word has left its mark
And where my life trickles away with the slightest movement
(from La liberté des mers)
Santa Fe Trail I go separately The sweet knees of oxen have pressed a path for me ghosts with ingots have burned their bare hands it is th...
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