"And mine eyes fell upon the countenance of the man, and his countenance was wan with terror. And, hurriedly, he raised his head from his hand, and stood forth upon the rock and listened. But there was no voice throughout the vast illimitable desert, and the characters upon the rock were SILENCE. And the man shuddered, and turned his face away, and fled afar off, in haste, so that I beheld him no more."
Silence, Fable. Edgar Alan Poe |  Carlos Covarrubias y Godofredo Iommi en la ciudad abierta (fotografía de Irina Ivelic) |
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