CODEX F.2263975C ·META ·EYES
Folio 2263975c
Italiano
The heron stands still where the canal widens, neck coiled like a question the water has not yet answered. Its feathers hold the light as though it were a second skin, thin and translucent. When it moves, the motion is not a step but a slow unraveling of the world’s patience. The reeds do not bend in advance; they only remember bending long after the question is gone.
English
The heron stands still where the canal widens, neck coiled like a question the water has not yet answered. Its feathers hold the light as though it were a second skin, thin and translucent. When it moves, the motion is not a step but a slow unraveling of the world’s patience. The reeds do not bend in advance; they only remember bending long after the question is gone.
