Friday, November 5, 2010

Down to the stone fence, amidst nettles and rubbish of woodstack, there goes a sparrow. Deeper, deeper, away from sunshine, away from cat.
The sparrow`s wing is broken, she cannot fly.
Tweet, tweet – the skylarks fly high in the air. The swallows chirp and fly like arrows, white-throated and glossy black as they are, up and down, back and forth, they disappear to the sky and then come out again. The sun pours out its heavenly light and the evening`s glow:
Tweet, tweet!
Tweet, skylarks, swallows, sun, sky and air:
Tweet, tweet!
Does your heart also long for freedom, you outcasted sparrow with a broken wing, down, under the stone fence?

Does that little heart inside your grey coat know what desire is?

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