dance scriber
lunedì 26 ottobre 2009
I live in a castle
I live in a castle
made of books,
sometimes the wind comes,
blowing,
and the books get
thinner and thinner
until they become
unstable cards.
As the wind stops blowing,
I gather and carefully
pile them up
until they become
thick books again.
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