The Moon /b-photos

Hay tanta soledad en ese oro.
La luna de las noches no es la luna
Que vio el primer Adán. Los largos siglos
De la vigilia humana la han colmado
De antiguo llanto. Mirala. Es tu espejo.

J. L. Borges

ph nicoletta lolliøthe passeNger times – Madrid 2012

C’è tanta solitudine in quell’oro.                                                          There is such solitude in that gold
La luna delle notti non è la luna                                               The moon of these nights is not the moon
che vide il primo Adamo. I lunghi secoli                                             the first Adam saw.  Long centuries
della veglia umana l’hanno colmata                                                      of human vigil have filled her with

di antico pianto. Guardala. E’ il tuo specchio.                                An old lament.  See.  She is your mirror

 

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