The night was black And I slipped away Down the road With the stolen star in my pocket’ At the top of a skyscraper, in the vastness of the night, someone takes hold of a star; the moment they put it in their pocket, their odyssey begins. An extraordinary poem by Pablo Neruda, brilliantly reflected in Elena Odriozola’a images.
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