![To the old buddies A poem by Thomas KlingbergIllustration: Petrus Akkordeon Oh, friends, i remember with dusty thoughts when a thunderstorm unleashed about us and we too young well and poor in illusions the fragments of our glass tears with shovels into the cold ovens < br> < br> The rain did not stop But our longing burned a hole in the sky And in our hearts a deep scar The sky is no longer grey for us. For the fathers of many of our friends it is now completely without colours [1993] [1997]](https://thomas-klingberg.de/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/an-die-alten-kumpel-eine-illustration-von-petrus-akkordeon-nach-einem-text-von-thomas-klingberg.jpg)
To the old buddies
A poem by Thomas Klingberg
Illustration: Petrus Akkordeon
Oh, friends,
i remember
with dusty thoughts
when a thunderstorm unleashed
about us
and we
too young well
and poor in illusions
the fragments of our glass tears
with shovels into the cold ovens < br> < br> The rain did not stop
But our longing burned
a hole in the sky
And in our hearts
a deep scar
The sky is no longer grey for us.
For the fathers of many of our friends
it is now completely
without colours
[1993]
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