{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"Kabul Press","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.kabulpress.org","title":"Poems Postcard and The Persians ","author_name":"Alfredo Fressia, Uruguay","width":"600","height":"400","url":"https:\/\/mail.bamyanpress.com\/article240061.html","html":"\u003Ch4 class='title'\u003E\u003Ca href='https:\/\/mail.bamyanpress.com\/article240061.html'\u003EPoems Postcard and The Persians \u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cblockquote class='spip'\u003E\n\u003Cp\u003EPostcard \n\u003Cbr class='autobr' \/\u003E\nNight view of downtown Montevideo, I don\u2019t recognize the violet air of the streets, yet a hard amethyst of memory, a resistant prey of days. I won\u2019t die in Montevideo, yet hands show me the way to the motionless top that spun with the world (night view of my childhood).     Yet photos declared and faith yellowed in drawers, unrecognizable night view atop my bed, inverse world, in another language, a top of lies: eyes still prey to the hard  memory of other days. \n\u003Cbr class='autobr' \/\u003E\nThe Persians (\u2026)\u003C\/p\u003E\n\u003C\/blockquote\u003E\n"}