Summer 2004

Summer 2004

Jean Tardieu tr Julia Murkin IN THE CONDITIONAL If I could write I wouldn't be able to draw If I had a glass of water I would freeze it and keep it under glass If someone gave me a pat of butter i would melt it like bronze If I had 3 hands I wouldn't know how to hold my head If feathers took flight if the snow melted if glances disappeared I would put lead in their wings If I walked in a straight line, instead of going round the globe I would go as far as Sirius and beyond If I ate too many potatoes I would make them sprout on my corpse If I went out through the door I would come back in through the window If I swallowed a sabre I would ask for a great bowl of red wine If I had a fistful of nails I would drive them into my left hand with my right hand and vice versa If I left without coming back, I would soon lose sight of myself.

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