Egypt - Marsa Alam, August 1 2008Reef Old, drunk from the voice ch ' comes out of your mouths when they hatch as green bells and repulsed back and disciolgono.La house of my distant summers, t'era next, you know, there in the country where the sun bakes and clouded the air mosquitoes. In your presence today as then petrified sea, but I think more worthy of the solemn warning of your breath. You first told me that the little excitement of my heart that it was a moment of yours that I was at the bottom of your law risky to be vast and varied and fixed set: and thus spoiled of all that filth like you do slam on the banks of the starfish cork algae useless wreckage of your abyss.
Eugenio Montale, 1927
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