To the Grave of a Friend

To the grave of a friend

 

(Behxhet Maqani was killed by Serb snipers on Christmas night of 24 December 1998. 18 hours my friend, had struggled with death under minus 18 degrees Celsius...He was dragged and his hands were full of soil…he was fighting with death, for his children and the Family... no one, no one had helped. Despite the closest houses were only the 500 m away)

 

 

Nobody gave a speech

It was cold

They knew me as alive again

 

You touched separation

Being still alive I couldn’t kiss the wound

 

Except your Angels

My great friend

I know you alive as my death

 

 

 From the book "The Lyrics of pain", 2003

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012



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Date: 5/9/2012 5:01:00 PM
Very touching piece here... ;( Always, Laura
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