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The wind, my friend
Hatto Fischer
Athens 2006
Response to the image
Of the wind as my friend,
Sitting beside me
In the Bus -
in memory of the film
"the harder they come, the harder they fall!"
Reply to the wind as friend
The wind sets sail
to words
no longer empty,
once they listen
like a sea shell
to million of years
Orientation
The eyes take in light
when a child smiles,
or the bird speaks
with the wind
during flight.
Old hinges of garden gates
scream out their rusty pain
when people
leave for work
in the city.
Trains
Trains rumble on;
Tracks murmur
As if history has a grudge
Against endless repetitions.
With no station in sight
To get off
from this infinite journey,
and only the wind
can sweep
past these curvatures
of the earth.
A day in the city
There are many torrents
marking a city
with people moving
like a fish swarm
from one spot to another place
as if feelings take them
to their destinies
while cities redesign
their public spaces
in relation to those private ones
where all hesitate, lumber on
or spin around, and then
top it all with a dream
that they fly around the world
in eighteen days.
Unbelievable
is the imagination
racing ahead of images made
by the media,
even though the man
at the corner
knows quite well
what's coming
the next day,
all while the wind
blows away
the newspapers
he tries to sell.
Pain
Pain circles in the light
flutters
falls
like butterflies do
once they have lost
their golden dust
What children do best
Afterthoughts
Matched
By streaks of light
Hushed
By the smile
Of a child
Another day of war
5.8.2006
On a wounded day
No one rests in the shade
For what is to be seen
is that the earth splutters
when the dead soldier
hits the ground
to the salve
of more guns
silencing all the birds
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