søndag 22. februar 2015

Må jeg denne morgenen velge mellom det nakene havet og himmelen? -- Debo escoger esta manana entre el mar desnudo y el cielo ? --- Do I this that morning choose between the naked sea and the sky?



The snow threw a silent towel over everything.
One feels nothing but what goes on inside the house.
I wrap myself in a blanket and don't even think of
thinking...

Feeling creature comfort and dimly thinking,
I fall asleep with no less purpose than anything else
going on in the world.



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