outer space, the outer spaces were the decree, word by word; in earth Earth; there was the more I express myself the emptier I am tautology, the tautologies were weighing the anchor in reality’s bond between fore- and background where the government’s wordless drones over Seine-Saint-Denis where during the final days in Camping family radio Alameda
Translation: Jennifer Hayashida
გამოხატეთ თქვენი აზრი მოცემული ლექსის შესახებ კომენტარის სახით!..
