Tag Archives: 1899–1986

Music Box by Jorge Luis Borges

Music of Japan. Parsimoniously from the water clock the drops unfold in lazy honey or ethereal gold that over time reiterates a weave eternal, fragile, enigmatic, bright. I fear that every one will be the last. They are a yesterday … Continue reading

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