Nothing to understand: you open the book passing your soul over its old parchment a pale light starts suddenly flowing a poisoned spear falls down bloody wars corpses ever more deeply slashed in ever greater numbers until they are...
OQuote by Otilia Nicolescu about poetry, numbers, nothing, light, soul, old, olderness, death, spirit, contentment


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