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#poetry

I think about the people whose names were never kept

Who fold their arms above their hearts in beds they never left

Who traded in their laughter to live amongst the tombs

And spent their years of childhood in a corner of a room

We watch the occupations we watch the wars unfold

We watch the world deprive a child the right of growing old

The end of war has come, they said, naively we believed

Next day the people died before they knew they have been deceived

I think about a mother of nature warm and mild

How her arms became an armour when she held around her child

I see a little boy whose brother was attacked

How he carried his remains with him, his brother on his back

Murderers of the martyrs, your God will not forgive

No human has the right to kill, but all the right to live

And if life is such a sacred thing, our sword are made to mend

We cannot love our swords but only what our swords defend

Congo, Sudan, Palestine, Iran and all forgotten youth

We claim the things that cannot die our freedom, just and truth!

Aurora Asksnes, A Poem for Palestine

and then you take me in

and everything inside begins

to feel like I belong,

like everybody needs a home.

AURORA, „exist for love”

w tym domu nie czuję że jestem soba. nie czuję siebie. nie czuję że jestem człowiekiem. jestem częścią tego tworu - zlepku historii niewyleczonych przekroczeń i krzyków. nie jestem prawdziwym człowiekiem. tak czuję.

„Czy czujesz, że możesz stanowić zagrożenie dla siebie?”. Ale jakie zagrożenie i dla której siebie? Byłam zagrożeniem, ale nie potrafiłam sprecyzować, dla kogo lub czego.

W tej wielkiej abstrakcji mieszały się podmioty i dopełnienia, a wszystkie słowa pochłaniało coś niewysłowionego.

Ty to my.

Ty to ty.

Ty to ona, ono, oni.

John Green, „Żółwie aż do końca”

When I step of a stage I’m a bird in a cage

I’m a dog in a dog pound

Billie Eilish

“Syndrom melancholii”

Jak znowu wstaje dzień

Po czujnej nocy

Czuję się dobrze, lecz wiem, że