Tuesday, May 29, 2007
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When, finally, there is nothing left of me but my words
Perched like birds on the taut wires
Of spirits faithful to the hymns of life,
A hammer will cry out for the extinguished light.
The day will wear mimosa wreaths.
Agustí Bartra
(Barcelona, 1908 – Terrassa, 1982)
2 comments:
Very pretty columbines!
Very cool! Especially love the soft light on the red and yellow one. Thank you...
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