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myself as a seed
when I die put a flag in my hands
so that I may resemble more what I am when I leave my studio, with hands stiffened by the cold and the pain of this world, strange as it may seem
take me to the grave, my children,
and set me to rest
with the flag of resurrection in my hands!
do not lay tools at my feet,
only your mother’s picture and yours
under the pillow,
and in my right hand, fastened,
the flag of resurrection,
the stainless steel flag that is being polished day
by day before your eyes,
the steel pierced by the fire of the finger
that in stones has engraved commands
and in sand has designed mysteries...
in truth, I long to grasp it myself
at the moment of embarking the ship
to stand still under its wings,
my glorious dream,
blue fire, the morning star
in the darkness of the world
the milk of my sweetest hopes
so, in my will, I asked my children to put
my body in the ground as a seed, holding a flag of victory over death. some other people expressed their desire to do the same, so, we hope to create the flag carriers’ cemetery (an army marching under the ground up to the end of
the world)
more about myself as a seed
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when I die put a flag in my hands
so that I may resemble more what I am when I leave my studio, with hands stiffened by the cold and the pain of this world, strange as it may seem
take me to the grave, my children,
and set me to rest
with the flag of resurrection in my hands!
do not lay tools at my feet,
only your mother’s picture and yours
under the pillow,
and in my right hand, fastened,
the flag of resurrection,
the stainless steel flag that is being polished day
by day before your eyes,
the steel pierced by the fire of the finger
that in stones has engraved commands
and in sand has designed mysteries...
in truth, I long to grasp it myself
at the moment of embarking the ship
to stand still under its wings,
my glorious dream,
blue fire, the morning star
in the darkness of the world
the milk of my sweetest hopes
so, in my will, I asked my children to put
my body in the ground as a seed, holding a flag of victory over death. some other people expressed their desire to do the same, so, we hope to create the flag carriers’ cemetery (an army marching under the ground up to the end of
the world)
more about myself as a seed
« back | next » | home
