Weaker moments, he
Marie-Laure isi imagineaza undele electromagnetice intrand si iesind din aparatul lui Michel, arcuindu-se in jurul lor, asa cum descria Etienne, doar ca acum sunt de o mie de ori mai multe unde care s...
The right thing? There is pride, too,
Skunked
Obstacles
Benediction. Below the window, on one of the bastioned
I wasn't trying to reach England. Or Paris. I thought that if I made the broadcast powerful enough, my brother would hear me. That I could bring him some peace, protect him as he had always protected...
German frequencies. Radio: it ties a million ears to a single mouth. Out of loudspeakers all around Zollverein, the staccato voice of the Reich grows like some imperturbable tree; its subjects lean to...
At dusk the pour from the sky.
All morning I lay down sentences, erase them, and try new ones. Soon enough, when things go well, the world around me dwindles: the sky out the window, the furious calm of the big umbrella pine ten fe...
The Reich must need socks.
Open your eyes before they close forever
At the fairgrounds we saw them in the parking lot inhaling the effluvium of carnival, the smells of fried dough, caramel and cinnamon, the flap-flapping of tents, a carousel plinking out music-box son...
Algumas tristezas nunca deixam de existir.
Smoking in the cold and frost-dusted vineyards:
We are dust only after all our water evaporates.
The sky drops silver threads of sleet.
I hear they give out poisoned chocolate.
Rome is a broken mirror, the falling straps of a dress, a puzzle of astonishing complexity. It is an iceberg floating below our terrace, all its ballasts hidden beneath the surface.
— É certo — pergunta Jutta — fazer algo apenas porque todas as outras pessoas estão fazendo?