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keeping full trust on the fulia-handloom some words may be uttered now some words against the gun an winter … some fallen leaves … some cold wind … and a big vacuum in mind … with all those adornments i’m sitting now on the terrace of a shiva-temple   in front of me in a pond covered with hyacinth   the water-play of the ducks in its water the shadow of the sky the shadow of the trees along the side of the pond a little child is running alone with a toy-ball in hand i don’t wish to know now whether there is any compares to that run i’m only sitting and staring at it may not be known to others but i myself know well that by speaking those words I try to hide my sadness… my loneliness… Oh… instead of gun-powder … if i could put inside the quartos any translation of this joy of the child …   those who rule rely on guns those who want to break the rule also rely on guns today when my pen wants to tell something against the gun i don’t know whether it will go in favour  or against the sky… the birds… the trees… mankind …
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Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 6:41 AM UTC
some words against the gun
keeping full trust on the fulia-handloom some words may be uttered now some words against the gun an winter … some fallen leaves … some cold wind … and a big vacuum in mind … with all those adornments i’m sitting now on the terrace of a shiva-temple   in front of me in a pond covered with hyacinth   the water-play of the ducks in its water the shadow of the sky the shadow of the trees along the side of the pond a little child is running alone with a toy-ball in hand i don’t wish to know now whether there is any compares to that run i’m only sitting and staring at it may not be known to others but i myself know well that by speaking those words I try to hide my sadness… my loneliness… Oh… instead of gun-powder … if i could put inside the quartos any translation of this joy of the child …   those who rule rely on guns those who want to break the rule also rely on guns today when my pen wants to tell something against the gun i don’t know whether it will go in favour  or against the sky… the birds… the trees… mankind …
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Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 6:41 AM UTC
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