bazar

an ivory lady lays there, on the old rug, crucified between a copper amphora and an empty treasure chest, holding in her hands the dust from the soles of travelers and stray dove feathers – here ye, here ye! magic carpets for sale! the eyes of the lady spark, soaked for a second in sunlight, … Continue reading

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old – haibun

She looked hazed at the drawer in front of her, trying to remember what she came to look for in the first place. “What on earth am I doing here?!…” Then she saw a photo of herself younger, when her hair was still of a raven black and her cheeks still lacked of wrinkles. She … Continue reading

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