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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On 28 September 2007 Patrick Power said:
Perfect, Dag!
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On 28 September 2007 Charles Rushton gave props:
Wonderful light
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On 28 September 2007 Jay Matusow gave props:
moi non plus peut etre, mais moi aussi, jaime cette photo.
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On 29 October 2007 Paul Lavallee gave props:
gorgeous lighting & tones
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