photo: a few books in a mess, as usual (Nelson)
an armour of books will protect the silence of the day. I will spare no expense for my hours of reading in the daily budget of the sinuous writing of what cannot be seen.
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# what we are*
What we are
will (often)changes according to the seasons
to what's on the table
or what the colours of the apples are
maybe the mood of the neighbours
Then comes a day
where the mood is good. No matter what (life is too short)
*first posted in November 2020, edited in November 2022