eugenio montale
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the hope of even seeing you again was leaving me; and ı asked myself if this which closes off all sense of you from me, this screen of images, is marked by death, or if, out of the past, but deformed and diminished, it entails some hash.of yours: (under the arcades, at modena, a servant in gold braid dragged two jackals on a leash).
ekşi sözlük kullanıcılarıyla mesajlaşmak ve yazdıkları entry'leri
takip etmek için giriş yapmalısın.
hesabın var mı? giriş yap