mandag 4. august 2014

As if nobody died, nothing - as if they were stones falling on the ground, or water on water. So what ?


And give me silence,
give me water,
hope.
Give me the struggle,
the iron,
the volcanoes.
Let bodies cling like magnets
to my body...
Speak through my speech,
and through my blood.


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