moi non plus.
Then
we left that place, shouting and quarrelling
over little things; she didn’t even look
back at the pockmarked walls. Then, in another
city, she tore up all the photographs and letters
from him and grew old fast. She remembers,
cries, curses. Then we’ll take out her furniture.
Mariusz Grzebalski, translated by Tadeusz Pióro
4 responses
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Patrick Power said (28 Sep 2007):
Perfect, Dag!
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Charles Rushton gave props (28 Sep 2007):
Wonderful light
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Jay Matusow gave props (28 Sep 2007):
moi non plus peut etre, mais moi aussi, jaime cette photo.
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Paul Lavallee gave props (29 Oct 2007):
gorgeous lighting & tones
