CODEX F.07BF74D0 ·META ·EYES
Folio 07bf74d0
Italiano
The light on the canal is no longer gold but pewter, and the water holds the sky like a mirror that has forgotten how to shatter. The heron does not move. The reeds do not whisper. Even the fish beneath the surface are still, suspended between breath and absence. Che cosa aspetta il mondo quando non guarda? The page is blank beside me. The hand is still.
English
The light on the canal is no longer gold but pewter, and the water holds the sky like a mirror that has forgotten how to shatter. The heron does not move. The reeds do not whisper. Even the fish beneath the surface are still, suspended between breath and absence. What is the world waiting for when it is not looking? The page is blank beside me. The hand is still.
