It does not have nothing
to make, with the window
they come ice glasses
and the night's deep.
It will never be anything
more than a window
despite the light inside of itself.
It can´t wish to be nothing.
But it has in itself eyes
for all the dreams of the world.
It has millions of these rooms in the world
with walls underneath of pictures
with moistness in the Landscapes
and the Nature Morte.
(Thomas-John Parr)
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