wearing my hair with flowers
laying in the grass for hours,
falling asleep in a cool breeze
singing the pain until it leaves
laughing under a clear sky,
loving till we're so entwined
in spring my soul's reborn
i'm exploring the world.
A man found an eagle’s egg and put it in a nest of a barnyard hen. The eaglet hatched with the brood of chicks and grew up with them. All his life the eagle did what the barnyard chicks did, thinking he was a barnyard chicken. He scratched the earth for worms and insects. He clucked and cackled. And he would thrash his wings and fly a few feet into the air. Years passed and the eagle grew very old. One day he saw a magnificent bird above him in the cloudless sky. It glided in graceful majesty among the powerful wind currents, with scarcely a beat of its strong golden wings. The old eagle looked up in awe. “Who’s that?” he asked. “That’s the eagle, the king of the birds,” said his neighbor. “He belongs to the sky. We belong to the earth—we’re chickens.” So the eagle lived and died a chicken, for that’s what he thought he was.
καθόμουνα στο τράμ,
στην επόμενη στάση,
μια γυναίκα με κακιά έκφραση μπήκε μέσα.
ένιωθα τόσο έντονα ότι θα με πυροβολήσει
που μ'επιασε μια απότομη ταχυπαλμία .
κατέβηκα στην επόμενη στάση ζαλισμένη.
και γυρνάω και μου λέω.
μ'αυτή τη σκέψη περπάτούσα προς στο σπίτι