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]

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] [1997]



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