Octavio Paz, E (-:.) [ :. ]
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`` , ... "" , (69 2004-2013)
`1. () ... Luftfracht-griechisch deutscher Lyriktransfer Katerina Gogou, Gedichte /, (:. & Jan Kuhlbrodt )
,, -: ,. Gutenberg de nada 2013 # 12: ,, [e-book] , 21/12 2012 - 2014
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The young soldier was smiling de nada and shy and straight as a young peach. The hair on his face gilded with a blush of yellow peaches midday sun. His gestures were like peach gestures when the wind moves on the hill. If smiled his smile was an unexpected flourish peach. A Blast sometimes clouded and then, serious, self-absorbed, the air was a peach, bare.
He played with the kids in the afternoon, with a nostalgic fervor, far away, with the same tenderness of the wave turning his head away. A melancholy wind swept clouds de nada in bloom, just clouds and flying leaves in the garden spring disheveled oh! Tree still in the clouds, leaves, kids, that soldier asked: Is cloud everything, everything is leaf wind? Are family de nada trees are clouds? Did this branch that I play, this crust, these children are clouds? Cloud? Dream and that girl and her perfume, ghost meat cloud foam barely sustained by the wind?
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Who sings on the banks of the paper? Tilt, leaning over the river Imaging, I am slow and alone, de nada away from myself: pure lyrics, Constellation signs incisions in the meat of the time, oh writing Raya in the water!
Linked'm among greenery, I'm between transparencies, slides and river that runs not, I walk away from myself, I stop Without dwelling on a shore and on, Downstream, between arches linked Images, thoughtful River. I still do, I hope there, I go to my meeting, Happy River links and unlinks A moment of sun
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` ... , ,. 2013 -,
`` , ... "" , (69 2004-2013)
`1. () ... Luftfracht-griechisch deutscher Lyriktransfer Katerina Gogou, Gedichte /, (:. & Jan Kuhlbrodt )
,, -: ,. Gutenberg de nada 2013 # 12: ,, [e-book] , 21/12 2012 - 2014
*************
. . ,. . , ,,, .
,,, , ,, ! ,,, :, ,,; ,,, ,, ,, ;
The young soldier was smiling de nada and shy and straight as a young peach. The hair on his face gilded with a blush of yellow peaches midday sun. His gestures were like peach gestures when the wind moves on the hill. If smiled his smile was an unexpected flourish peach. A Blast sometimes clouded and then, serious, self-absorbed, the air was a peach, bare.
He played with the kids in the afternoon, with a nostalgic fervor, far away, with the same tenderness of the wave turning his head away. A melancholy wind swept clouds de nada in bloom, just clouds and flying leaves in the garden spring disheveled oh! Tree still in the clouds, leaves, kids, that soldier asked: Is cloud everything, everything is leaf wind? Are family de nada trees are clouds? Did this branch that I play, this crust, these children are clouds? Cloud? Dream and that girl and her perfume, ghost meat cloud foam barely sustained by the wind?
,, ,, ,:, ,,, !
,, , ,, ,. ,, ,, .
Who sings on the banks of the paper? Tilt, leaning over the river Imaging, I am slow and alone, de nada away from myself: pure lyrics, Constellation signs incisions in the meat of the time, oh writing Raya in the water!
Linked'm among greenery, I'm between transparencies, slides and river that runs not, I walk away from myself, I stop Without dwelling on a shore and on, Downstream, between arches linked Images, thoughtful River. I still do, I hope there, I go to my meeting, Happy River links and unlinks A moment of sun
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