To be nothing. To know nothing. Obscure sunflowers, their sorrow projects its shadow over the water. What do they know of cross-bones, of cross-words, of cross-bearing crusades. Volumes and volumes of ignorance and knowledge come out of their mouths in spirals of smoke.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Sunday, January 9, 2011
I The Supreme - pg. 88
Labels: Augusto Roa Bastos
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