apad 28

[bardiphouka]

Let us go then, said the woman who has
eyes the colour of Mozart and hands that
look like they are about to touch the past
yet again in the morning of our
discovery that the City moves and yet
floats unmoving and the memories
of a woman whose age, like the City,
floats without growing old , only growing
more and more in the soft light of
dawn as she prepares to go.