fire: tarýk günersel: 01122001 | |||
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a
fire, how great it would be if these mountains united in a birth
songs on my lips, I’ll surge forward, forehead aflame,
I’ll
put a fingerprint of fire on my cheeks and show them to
burning ants saying look
nature has kissed me, warmth in my bones, I’ll find a coal black stick and waving it say here’s a rabbit’s foot and say prayers for fertility, I’ll say prayers that will idolize the ceaselessness of the fire, prayers which will ensure the unending burning of the trees, I’ll engrave the immortal rhythm of the flames on my most sensitive brain cells, you know a fire has a drone, I believe I'll be able to find the music behind it, in my prayers I can almost hear that music, I wonder how my friends will manage, we’ll probably hang our greetings on flames and write them on white clouds, maybe some will write letters of complaint, I’ll reserve ashen clouds for them, will anyone be furious with me, I guess so, naturally I’ll spare pink clouds for them as a surprise, such
an important fire will have dignity, the flames will have
an elegant attitude, refined, nothing crazy, perhaps they’ll get involved in a heated discussion about which trees will take priority, no
that would be too much, a fire must have a manly |
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