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On a swivel chair, I look around the time capsule of my head flies and devises stories of memories and images that pass, I travel to my birth country It does not exist, never it has existed, it is a soup of ingredients picked life- long at my feet, cooked in the pan of my skull .....The fresh soup now .....from my birth country .... tastes different, really .....I see it .....at the plants and the varieties
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 8:02 AM UTC
Skull soup
On a swivel chair, I look around the time capsule of my head flies and devises stories of memories and images that pass, I travel to my birth country It does not exist, never it has existed, it is a soup of ingredients picked life- long at my feet, cooked in the pan of my skull .....The fresh soup now .....from my birth country .... tastes different, really .....I see it .....at the plants and the varieties
“Chair car” (1965, Edward Hopper) “Shirley: visions of reality” (2013, Gustav Deutsch) Collection “NightWatch”
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 8:02 AM UTC
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