Poetry was born the night man stared contemplating the moon, being aware that is was not edible.

Poetry was born the night man stared contemplating the moon, being aware that is was not edible.

aphorism by Valeriu Butulescu from Immensity of the Point, translated by Eva A. ZiemReport problemRelated quotes
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