another translation,I think it´s a very crippled one too;)


House of the fathers

And never that I could put into words
the men in my life,the father
his neck bent over something
Very Important that was following its due course
beyond my field of vision
my fathers timed calm and
a cheek painted in sunlight
turned against me sometimes
as he spoke like falling leaves
and held his hands clenched
around the wheel with movements
long and silent as months

about the landscape passing

something to be remembered by



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Written on 2005-08-05 at 00:09

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chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
memories eh - i am tyoo drunk to go into detail here ;) maybe later if feel like it.
2005-08-05