A moment is that the time
another erases
And every day, those moments that pass
Disappears in our memories a bit
evening before the evening
time piled up.
The view is blurred on the horizon diffuse
Closed space by the air thickens
infinity is here.
Mist
overlaps the bottom of the valley closed
the horizon is more
it is in the hand
On the sea water is just round the
center is what we are
And nothing
do nothing transpires.
le Cahier de l'Aleph (1984-1989)
in CETI 969
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