The lines produce <br />the simple things <br />the world <br />Its lines are not <br />delineating anything <br />known out <br />of the world <br />simple things <br />as if they had <br />not been before <br />the complex metaphor <br />for the encounters: trees, <br />houses, fields <br />connections, that have never <br />had a name.<br /><br />João Tomaz Parreira<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/piet-mondrian/
