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By nicky_heart
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03/27/2023 10:57:40
 Wherever you are, my darling Rosine, step out into the evening, out of your living room, where everything is so known; your house stands as the last thing before great space: With your eyes, which in their tenderness can free themselves from the thresholds, very slowly lift a single white rose and place it against the sky, slender and alone. With this you have made the world and it is large and like a flower that is still blooming in silence. And, just as your will grasps their meaning, they in turn will let go, delicately, of your beautiful eyes . . .
Robert
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From: AGDME |
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