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(first draw in pencil
after Michelangelo´s Sybilla
and Boticelli´s Nacimiento de Venus
-twenty years ago-
the face of your ancestor´s photo
is wider
but when I realized that
it was already done!)
deep sad desafiantes eyes
if I look too much at them
they make me want to cry
old photo´s mysteries
black & white Chagall
- stilltrucking
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I was hoping for...
it is more than I was hoping for
gracias.
I am not crying for it
but i feel very sad
he sent as many of his children to safety as he could
I am his name sake, my grandmother's father
family tradition of hers that all children must be named for the dead.
I used to have his nose
but now mine looks like a cork screw
Sometimes I feel like the boxer in simon and garfunkles song The Boxer.
it is more than I was hoping for
gracias.
I am not crying for it
but i feel very sad
he sent as many of his children to safety as he could
I am his name sake, my grandmother's father
family tradition of hers that all children must be named for the dead.
I used to have his nose
but now mine looks like a cork screw
Sometimes I feel like the boxer in simon and garfunkles song The Boxer.
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- stilltrucking
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It is a nice old song.
but I have left a trail of my own blood from Baltimore Maryland. to Astoria Oregon
All this talk about turning the other cheek is not some intellectual debate for me.
A hard lesson for me to learn how to turn the other cheek to myself.
My violence only ever brought more violence down on me. The turning point came in a long dark night of the soul in Astoria. Spent the night planing how to kill someone. I was not plotting the perfect murder, I knew i would not have gotten away with it. I just wanted to kill him quick, no muss no fuss, no fair fight.
In the morning light I came back to my senses and took a bus back to Nashville and joined a Quaker meeting. AKA The Religious Society of Freinds. I know this all must sound weird but it is as close a thing I have to a Christian Testimony.
I never was a boxer,In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him
til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains
Yes he still remains
but I have left a trail of my own blood from Baltimore Maryland. to Astoria Oregon
All this talk about turning the other cheek is not some intellectual debate for me.
A hard lesson for me to learn how to turn the other cheek to myself.
My violence only ever brought more violence down on me. The turning point came in a long dark night of the soul in Astoria. Spent the night planing how to kill someone. I was not plotting the perfect murder, I knew i would not have gotten away with it. I just wanted to kill him quick, no muss no fuss, no fair fight.
In the morning light I came back to my senses and took a bus back to Nashville and joined a Quaker meeting. AKA The Religious Society of Freinds. I know this all must sound weird but it is as close a thing I have to a Christian Testimony.
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