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![]() Images of Us Images of Friends Gallery by Glas |
![]() WAKING UP |
![]() Daylight leaks in, and sluggishly I surface from my own dreams into the common dream | ![]() and things assume again their proper places and their accustomed shapes. Into this present |
![]() the Past intrudes, in all its dizzing range - the centuries-old habits of migration | ![]() in birds and men, the armies in their legions all fallen to the sword, and Rome and Carthage, |
![]() The trappings of my day also come back: my voice, my face, my nervousness, my luck. |
![]() If only Death, that other waking-up, would grant me a time free of all memory |
![]() of my own name and all that I have been! If only morning meant oblivion! |
![]() - Jorge Luis Borges, transl. by Alastair Reid |