from the clipping | and Early Works 1970-1979 |
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cara papa it's been a long time since last we spoke here is a sad bicycle lying on its side moving its wheel which way do we turn and in turn when is there to stop turning time is expressed in the heart of an instrument something that stops in the heart of a man time is the space and wall that resounds time is the limb of tree that resounds time to adore time to go to give to the fisherman the slippers of Rome |
Time is expressed in the heart of an instrument Something that stops in the heart of a man Time is the wall and the space around Time is the tree a life that resounds Time to adore and time to go To give to the fisherman the slippers of Rome the whirling embrace the arms of the fold to gather together the swirl of the leaves turning and falling returning as thee to the clay of creation tho'your children will hold the wave of your hand the smile of your soul |