When all the birds in the world flap their wings in unison as one body, when the waters of springs and mountain streams gather in a dusty palm, when a human being runs and trees and the hidden future follow him, when the world becomes simple and I can climb onto a table in the office of the daily news and speak of your love to the elegant shuttered windows, to the good and bad paintings on the walls, when I am able to freely place a gentle kiss on your cheek in public, when I am able to return with you after midnight without a police patrol desecrating our bodies in search of a confession, when we can run in the streets without anyone pronouncing us crazy, when I am able to sing and share a stranger’s umbrella and when she in turn may share my loaf of bread, when you are able to say I love you without fear of death or imprisonment and I can open a window in the morning without being silenced by a bullet, when I am able to grow older and the trees are added to your attire and we can count the drops of rain on each other’s faces and can sing and love free of weapons, raids, chronic fear, and disappearances - another world will begin, a new homeland will have been readied. But for now we announce a new beginning with our death, a new beginning of love.
Beginnings
RispondiEliminaWhen all the birds in the world flap their wings in unison
as one body, when the waters of springs and mountain streams
gather in a dusty palm,
when a human being runs
and trees and the hidden future follow him,
when the world becomes simple
and I can climb onto a table in the office of the daily news
and speak of your love to the elegant shuttered windows,
to the good and bad paintings on the walls,
when I am able to freely place a gentle kiss
on your cheek in public,
when I am able to return with you after midnight
without a police patrol desecrating our bodies
in search of a confession,
when we can run in the streets
without anyone pronouncing us crazy,
when I am able to sing
and share a stranger’s umbrella
and when she in turn may share my loaf of bread,
when you are able to say I love you
without fear of death or imprisonment
and I can open a window in the morning
without being silenced by a bullet,
when I am able to grow older
and the trees are added to your attire
and we can count the drops of rain on each other’s faces
and can sing and love free of weapons,
raids, chronic fear, and disappearances -
another world will begin,
a new homeland will have been readied.
But for now we announce a new beginning with our death,
a new beginning of love.