For the first time in months, I was able to spend the morning wandering around the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. It was pure bliss. All my worries and cares fell away, and I was left with the sky, the light, the flowers, and the laughter of children.Pleasures
A few verses.
A few lines about poetry.
A few sips down the throat
Of something thick and bitter.
The evening lowers its weary bones.
Memory. Silence.
The barely audible tick-tack.
If only there was a summer shower.
My head on someone's navel. Yes!
Radmilla Lazic
(translated by Charles Simic)
de Bali j'aimerais t'envoyer d'aussi belles photos de frangipaniers, de flamboyants, de lotus... mais je n'ai pas ton talent! Ces photos sont tres blissfull en effet! Je t'embrasse.
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