/hunk of skin (ed. 1968), pocket poets series #25, found in a second hand bookshop near my place (€8 unbelievable), Pablo talking about Barcelona herself, in a recursive eternal loop.

“… the street be full of stars
and the prisoners eat doves
and the doves eat cheese
and the cheese eat words
and the words eat bridges
and the bridges eat looks
and the looks eat cups full of kisses in the orchata
that hides all with its wings
the butterfly the night
in café last summer
in Barcelona”
― Pablo Picasso, Hunk of Skin

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