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Like love<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n You are You are cluster and bow, You are Alberto Luis Ponzo<\/strong><\/span>,<\/strong> Argentina (1916 – ) \u00a0From: “Poemas comunes”, 1966 <\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Like love You are the body of the night, the silence of time, the colour of the voice I’ve never seen. You are cluster and bow, parabola, constellation, circle of various centres. You are a point of the space where love can keep beating without consuming its flame. Alberto Luis Ponzo, Argentina (1916 – ) […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2610,"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\/2611"}],"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=2611"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2611\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2610"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2611"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2611"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2611"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/span>the body of the night,
\n<\/span>the silence of time,
\n<\/span>the colour of the voice
\n<\/span>I’ve never seen.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>parabola,
\n<\/span>constellation,
\n<\/span>circle of various
\n<\/span>centres.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>a point of the space
\n<\/span>where love
\n<\/span>can keep beating
\n<\/span>without consuming its flame.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nTranslation Germain Droogenbroodt<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n