Piet Mondrian

Poem By João Tomaz Parreira

The lines produce
the simple things
the world
Its lines are not
delineating anything
known out
of the world
simple things
as if they had
not been before
the complex metaphor
for the encounters: trees,
houses, fields
connections, that have never
had a name.

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