“Age Has Character” — Images by kenne
Dead at Daybreak
Night of four moons
and a single tree
with a single shadow
and a single bird.
On my flesh, I seek the
imprint of your lips.
The jet of spray kisses the wind
without even touching it.
I bear the “No” you handed me
in the palm, if my hand
like a wax lemon
nearly white.
Night of four moons
and a single tree.
On the point of a needle
stands my love — whirling round!
— Federico Garcia Lorca
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