So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance and charges us,
even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave...
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.
From : "A walk"
Rainier Marie Rielke
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Vista desde Fondamente Nove Hospedale, Venezia.2013
RBD
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