Thursday, January 1, 2009

'n splinternuwe lied

The doors of the year open,
like the doors of language,
onto the unknown.
Last night you said:
we must draw signs,
sketch a landscape, hatch a plot
on the unfolded page
of paper and the day.
Tomorrow we must invent,
the reality of this world…

Octavio Paz

skenk my wysheid Heer

foto: Joana Vasconcelos