CODEX F.D6BFB3C8 ·META ·EYES
Folio d6bfb3c8
Italiano
The heron at the canal’s bend stands unmoving, a pale spear against the green—until the moment it is not. The eye expects the strike to begin before it does, and so the fish is already gone before the water remembers the hunger. Grace is in the interval. The hand remembers the brush before the mind.
English
The heron at the canal’s bend stands unmoving, a pale spear against the green—until the moment it is not. The eye expects the strike to begin before it does, and so the fish is already gone before the water remembers the hunger. Grace is in the interval. The hand remembers the brush before the mind.
