...A wall among the walls, I hear
Their voices
On the first hour.
There
We find our refuge.
-They wait for us.-
Who can call this moment to rest
Among the dry autumn leaves?
Who?
Visions and images: Layers of meanings upon time. A dark and fuzzy dialogue with the Universe. Where am I? O Lord, What will the sun bring to our doors?
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