{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"Kabul Press","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.kabulpress.org","title":"House without shadow, a poem","author_name":"Claudio Archubi, Argentina","width":"600","height":"400","url":"https:\/\/mail.bamyanpress.com\/article240069.html","html":"\u003Ch4 class='title'\u003E\u003Ca href='https:\/\/mail.bamyanpress.com\/article240069.html'\u003EHouse without shadow, a poem\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cblockquote class='spip'\u003E\n\u003Cp\u003EThis is the house of zero and never, of the saddest excuses. \tLong is the trip as the wind hits the broken windows, as in an English movie. Long is the journey and our thoughts that grow from one room to another, as late flowers, swaying in the winter. \tIn the first room he\u00b4s not. \t \tIn the second room she\u00b4s not. \tThe third room was always reserved for us. \n\u003Cbr class='autobr' \/\u003E\nHe said: \n\u003Cbr class='autobr' \/\u003E\n\tMy mother gave me a flower that melts. \n\u003Cbr class='autobr' \/\u003E\n\t\t\t(Do not throw water, throw dirt.) \n\u003Cbr class='autobr' \/\u003E\n\tIt\u00b4s a dried flower that lives in the (\u2026)\u003C\/p\u003E\n\u003C\/blockquote\u003E\n"}