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Ð‘Ñ–Ð¾Ð³Ñ€Ð°Ñ„Ñ–Ñ Joseph Josephides
I am a mathematician and an economist to earn my living bread. I write poetry to earn breath and light; to catch the black cat in the dark night; to distinquish the white leaf in the milk; to fetch the impossible dream and tell you the truth of the universe and of your soul..no matter if you accuse me that I am a liar.
To understand better the meaning just read some lines of the multitranslated poem THE WINDOW (see various Web Sites for the whole poem, search : Joseph Josephides )
Stretch your hand and open the window,
maybe a sunbeam drops in,
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Open the window,
even if a wave of dust, of hail, invades,
a shadow or its shadow, two shadows in one,
or even a shadow shading another.
Open the window,
even if the city fell asleep,
even if the city passed away,
even if there is no sign which of the two.
Stretch your hand and open for us the window.
In its place there will be a painting
hanged, speechless staring at us.
At least it will fill our empty wall.
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