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invisible houses

1 min lectură·1 februarie 2009

Mediu

I\'d have liked to become an architect,

as I like drawing and painting,

the perspective and tall pillars. I used to

dream about beautiful and large buildings,

but one day I envisaged their sudden

collapse – utter and forever – as if

the end of the world had come. yet,

because it\'s been in my nature to reel

existence out of nothingness, next day

I decided to start another business.

I made up my mind and began putting up

invisible houses: large windows, flowered

balconies, light all over the place. can you

see them? can you feel their warmth?

can you smell the home-made noodle soups

in the kitchens? can you hear the lingering

music inside? can you touch their disguised

ceilings? well, only a second-sighted can

get in. but these are my houses

and I am the awful abandon of their walls.

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Monica Manolachi. “invisible houses.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/monica-manolachi/poezie/1821311/invisible-houses

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