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seems as though everything from the past falls into oblivion.
But one day we will dig up our sweet memories as we would dig
sparkling diamonds out of the earth. It will all be composed
as if by the most famous of all poets, who evokes the unreal
and makes it a reality, who puts all into the chorus of his
verses. The
words capture just a subtle part of reality. It is buried
somewhere deep in our souls, and that which we say is a mere
reflection. That is why a smile once sighted extends in memory
ad infinitum. That is why bits and pieces can acquire importance
and everything can be dependent on them without the cause
and the consequence, the beginning and the end.
Sometimes
we have to stay with words by ourselves, in order to understand
that we in fact fight our whole lives. We hardly cross one
mountain, when immediately we find other ones, and white clouds
change to black. There is often no other way than to accept,
and follow our own direction.
After
all, everyone is a creator of his own life, or so it is said.
What
is the poet doing? He is creating that picture.
Copyright
2002, J.M. Skalna
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