Exil Family - Tribute to Hanna Arendt
Friendship survives exile.
But does it survive love?
There is no such thing as forbidden in friendship
And yet forbidden love
Swept through me
Like an unstoppable wave
Union of bodies.
Delicious self-forgetfulness.
The voice changes
But embers of desire stay
Surviving exile
Is my best friend.
Crossing borders
Finding so many friends along the road
The one they call
Luck.
Surviving exile
Is my best friend
Love burns
Friendship watches over.
Between the two,
I’m learning
To stay human.
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