kyra1
17 dec 22
DeRank ™: 7,07
I must have been almost crazy to set off like that alone on my bicycle, pedaling through the tropics carrying a medicine for which no one has found the disease and hoping to be in time. I passed through a village of paper under glass, where explorers first found silence and taught it to speak, where the old men sat in front of the houses mercilessly killing the sand. Brothers! I shouted, tell me who has moved the river, where can I find a good place to drown. From Il deserto Tatuato. R. Shelton. A poem that I adore and have never forgotten for over 20 years. Enjoy it. Do you like it or not?
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right now