Ode to a broken Hair
Ode to a Broken hair
Tangled-up in a purple sweater,
a broken long blonde hair.
soaked in some free moments of yesterdays
Twisting, moaning ,imprisoned in time
(Not willing to give up it’s momentary existence)
An iceberg, a sun,
traveling, moving
country by country
heart by heart
Carrying along, cold snow of so many winters
Different places, so many people, just one story.
A grandmother near a window, holding
an empty pot of a ‘gone flower’
A grandfather, with smoky bearings
somewhere up in the skies, smiling
A mother, concerned of her grownup children
A father, thinking, who will show up next smiling.
Generations of unborn children
dancing in a crystal ball, living and dying.
A single existence, a sea of mirrors, and Abraxas dancing
All so visible, all so tangled up together
on this purple sweater
beyond the ideas of space and time
Tangled-up in a long broken hair
soaked in some free moments
Telling tales of past and future
Who can understand such a beautiful story….
28-oct 2015
( Luxembourg)
( Luxembourg)
