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I have work to do on the geography of volcanoes
From desolation to ruin
from the time of Lot to Hiroshima
As if I’d never yet lived with a lust
I’ve still to know
Perhaps Now has gone further away
and yesterday come closer
So I take
Now’s hand to walk along
the hem of history
and avoid cyclic time
with its chaos of mountain goats

Be worthy of the bread's aroma

“Though the poet might say: If I’d been another
I would become only me again”

“He said: you’re a prisoner, prisoner of yourself and to nostalgia!”

“there is something of life in death”

“I found my presence filling in absence
and whenever I searched for myself I found others
and whenever I searched for them I found only myself the stranger
Am I a crowd of one?”