Tag: Alessio Zanelli
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The Man Who Sketched the Wind
You can’t have me there.—El Miguel Draw me the wind if you can—I asked.Here it is—he replied,after dragging the pencilacross…
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On Opening Old Books
At times on the page of a bookthat hasn’t been openedfor years, or decades,I find a note, jotted in pencil,that…
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What Little Remains of the Winter
The razor-thin, purple, solitary cloud has drifted away,vanished past the undulated, pitch-black silhouette.The upper sky is a spotless, liquid, cobalt-blue…