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in art •  7 years ago 

SOLOMON MORAL

no one will
stop your fall
from the edge of space
to nothingness

those tears in the eye of the storm
which cut the warmth of the face
will penetrate even deeper
and you will collect them firmly
in the corners of your lips

because in that chasm
over which we shout
even though we don’t hear each other
fall newborns
and their cry
turns into hush

and if you ever
wonder again
remember that he
lights a cigarette long to the ground
in flames over the ruins

the wind which breaks
birds’ wings
spreads the fire
while a flock of birds
makes circles in the sky
in panic

the clouds of smoke
hid the beams of
freedom

the sun hurts
our eyes
there’s nothing
new here

they said again
in the morning news

photography: Sebastiao Salgado - Genesis
translation: Darko Djordjevic
poet: Bogdan Cvetkovic
sebastiao salgado.jpg

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