Yves Klein, Requiem Blue, 1960
The window of the bus had a few rain drops but I still could see.
The paper that he dropped was still in the floor.
He walked slowly and didn’t turn back.Not a drop of pity.
I decided to leave the bus.
The letter was still dropping in my hands. He wrote a blue note.
1 comment:
"...Chupando um dropes de anis,
longe de qualquer problema,
perto de um final feliz..."
;)
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