this village at night reminds me of one Christmas I never had
no snow, no presents but a presence wherever I go
From «The Conques Poems I»
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The Quietude of Conques
«Campanas, klokker, bells
no rompen el silencio.
Sólido, minéral, in-
mutable.»
From «Conques, la quête»
Peter Wessel 