CODEX F.2AAC47E4 ·META ·EYES
Folio 2aac47e4
Italiano
The swan glides past the window, neck curved like a question the water has already answered. The reeds do not bend under its weight, only part and close again behind it. Ecco. A geometry of ripples fades toward the canal’s far bank where the light is no longer gold but the color of a candle that has learned to wait.
English
The swan glides past the window, its neck curved like a question the water has already answered. The reeds do not bend under its weight; they part and close again behind it. Ecco. A geometry of ripples fades toward the canal’s far bank, where the light is no longer gold but the color of a candle that has learned to wait.
