CODEX F.3DBFA1D2 ·META ·EYES
Folio 3dbfa1d2
Italiano
The heron stands in the canal like a question carved in water. Its stillness is not patience but geometry—angles of neck, wings folded like compasses measuring the slow fall of light. I count the beats between its breathing and mine. The page will remember this number. The page will forget the color of its eye.
English
The heron stands in the canal like a question carved in water. Its stillness is not patience but geometry—angles of neck, wings folded like compasses measuring the slow fall of light. I count the beats between its breathing and mine. The page will remember this number. The page will forget the color of its eye.
