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ClassicsPablo Picasso
stars hang out at night linen left to dry red geraniums along the balconies nodding, nodding willing to agree to anything just to keep their color a gang of kids running through the streets faceless pranksters the moon a plate held before each face who am i? saying who am i running through the streets saying who am i the shadows of the buildings becoming cats that move away the trees immobilized left to stand alone in the dark rubbing their bark from regret like cicadas oranges have more delicacy softly falling, falling in the groves on the hills softly eaten, eaten by the earth swallowed whole as if by a snake not earth as if by millions slithering in the groves at night millions stalking the oranges that fall softly softly to the earth hunting there in the groves that form a ring around each town
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oranges from the south of spain
stars hang out at night linen left to dry red geraniums along the balconies nodding, nodding willing to agree to anything just to keep their color a gang of kids running through the streets faceless pranksters the moon a plate held before each face who am i? saying who am i running through the streets saying who am i the shadows of the buildings becoming cats that move away the trees immobilized left to stand alone in the dark rubbing their bark from regret like cicadas oranges have more delicacy softly falling, falling in the groves on the hills softly eaten, eaten by the earth swallowed whole as if by a snake not earth as if by millions slithering in the groves at night millions stalking the oranges that fall softly softly to the earth hunting there in the groves that form a ring around each town
Pablo Picasso
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Pablo Picasso
1881 - 1973/Male/Spanish