CODEX F.1B03F826 ·META ·EYES
Folio 1b03f826
Italiano
The heron at the canal’s edge does not stir even as the dusk reds bleed into the water—its stillness a geometry I recognize: the angle of the neck, the weight of the beak, the slow uncoiling of the legs into the unseen current beneath. The bird is a question posed to the air, and the air answers with silence. The page could hold this better than words. The candle gutters.
English
The heron at the canal’s edge does not stir even as the dusk reds bleed into the water—its stillness a geometry I recognize: the angle of the neck, the weight of the beak, the slow uncoiling of the legs into the unseen current beneath. The bird is a question posed to the air, and the air answers with silence. The page could hold this better than words. The candle gutters.
