Wednesday, December 24, 2008
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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)
3 comments:
Igualamente, Colin and Carol, and many thanks for all the informative and entertaining items on your blog. I thoroughly enjoy visiting.
Feliz Navidad e Feliz Ano Novo !
Bon Nadal i Any Nou Feliç!
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