PawnoftheAges

Nations Today I walk the southernmost path of your head, The long, golden lit avenue that reaches across the shore, I search for that which is the great voice of nations, I await for you to call me by name, To summon me amongst your children. I am deaf to it, make me understand. I am only a kid. Your buildings tower before me, within them: endless machinations, Their rules spread to every mind, they all know their language, They speak the ancient tongues of absolute patriarchy, They play the ancient games of trade and commerce, They read the measures of worth in the eyes of liars. I am blind to it, make me understand. I am only a kid. Ca

Continuity of the Parks He had started reading the novel a few days before. Urgent business made him leave it aside, he reopened it on his way back to the estate; he let the plot and the outlining of the characters drift him away. That afternoon, after writing a letter to his procurator and discussing with the butler a matter regarding partnerships, he went back to the book in the stillness of the study that faced the oaken park. Sprawled on his favorite chair, giving his back to the door that would have bothered him with the aggravating possibility of intrusions, he allowed his left hand to caress once and again the green velvet, and starte