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