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Josep Piera

Like a procession of memories condemned to silence
with desperate cries they burn the trees: smoke.
Fire, a fierce orgy of ghosts,
steals me, tonight, calm and memory.
Tomorrow, the green will have an ash aftertaste.

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FINESTRA VERDA, 1996 (Acrílic s/ taula, 30x30) Antoni Miró

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