Listen:
under the ruins of my passions,
and at the bottom of this soul
that you no longer rejoice,
among dust of dreams and illusions
lie my black flowers numb.
…
Guard therefore this sad, feeble bunch,
which I offer thee of those somber flowers;
keep it, fear nothing,
it is a plunder of the garden
of my deep melancholies.
(Excerpt from the poem
“Flores Negras” by Julio Flórez)
So amazing and clever!
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Thanks a lot, Anne 🙂
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I love this shadow image, Ana. It goes well with the poem.
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Thank you very much, Amy 🙂
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