Picasso’s acrobats epitomize the world
and there were eighty churches in Paris
which I
had never entered
and my hotel’s door smiled terribly
and words were trombones
incoherent parrots
chattering idols
but that night I dreamt of Picasso
opening doors and closing exits
opening doors and closing exits in the world
I dreamt
he painted a Picasso in my room
shouting all the time
Pas symbolique!
C’est pas
symbolique !
Poema de Lawrence Ferlinghetti para "Family of Saltimbanques" de Pablo Picasso, 1905 - National Gallery of Art, Chester Dale Collection
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