màn pârehaye yek mànzareh'àm - Robab Moheb

ISBN 9789186131388

( Iran Open Publishing Group )

Price: €10,29

The world is sometimes a landscape and sometimes a scene."I am the fragments of a landscape" is a brief lyrical story of the fragmented human being of the twenty first century - hence the life story of the poet herself, an intuitive and intimate time journey. Once travelling through her past, Robab Moheb pronounces with "I am the fragments of a landscape" her last will and testament.

pages 132, 8.5" x 8.5", perfect binding, white interior paper (80# weight), black and white interior ink, white exterior paper (100# weight), full-color exterior ink

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