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
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