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Love<\/span><\/p>\nMy soul was a light blue dress, the color of the sky;<\/span> Edith S\u00f6dergran<\/span> (Finland, 1892-1923) <\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Love My soul was a light blue dress, the color of the sky; I left it on a rock by the sea and naked I came to you, looking like a woman. And like a woman I sat at your table and drank a toast in wine, inhaling the scent of some roses. You found […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2122,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_wp_rev_ctl_limit":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2123"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2123"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2123\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2122"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2123"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2123"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2123"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI left it on a rock by the sea<\/span>
\nand naked I came to you, looking like a woman.<\/span>
\nAnd like a woman I sat at your table<\/span>
\nand drank a toast in wine, inhaling the scent of<\/span>
\nsome roses.<\/span>
\nYou found me beautiful, like something you saw in<\/span>
\na dream,<\/span>
\nI forgot everything, I forgot my childhood and my<\/span>
\nhomeland,<\/span>
\nI only knew that your caresses held me captive.<\/span>
\nAnd smiling you held up a mirror and asked me<\/span>
\nto look.<\/span>
\nI saw that my shoulders were made of dust and<\/span>
\ncrumbled away,<\/span>
\nI saw that my beauty was sick and wished only to \u2013<\/span>
\ndisappear.<\/span>
\nOh, hold me tight in your arms so close<\/span>
\nso that I need nothing more.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nPainting by Aleksandrina Karadjova<\/span><\/em><\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n