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Resolution

The car complains all day First from lack of fuel: we rush back and forth to appease her Later for water: we satiate her thirst, and again, and again Then a fan stops, and she is on the verge I … Continue reading

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Fantasie 137

If one day A man appeared Held open his arms to say, I’m your father I would believe him And follow him Asking questions of his life, his absence And the frigidity of my mother I would use him To … Continue reading

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