The forest came to talk to us today

The forest came to talk to us today… It was cloudy (It is cloudy)

We were listening, you were telling me:

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“In cloudy days like this,

everything’s silent…

Just when the clouds are gone,

everything comes back to life again…”

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Crack, Crack, Crack

[Ravens in the distance]

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“You see! It’s calling: come, come!”

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Looking through the window… listening; looking through the window…

And then, once the sound was about to go, this whisper in my head:

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Balde, nur balde ruhest du auch…

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One tear was dropped… “What’s going on?”

For a moment you left; I had to tell you and looked it up, this last line from Goethe’s poem Über allen Gipfeln.

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“In the summits, in the tops of the trees… Ruh…

Birds are silent in the forest…

Wait, but wait… soon, you’ll be silent too”

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I told you… what it meant to me (Kundera in my head (auch!!))

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Your eyes were crystal wet, you were staring at the front, no words… You knew, you understood. You looked back at me with your crystal eyes. I think you kissed me. We knew.

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“Sorry for being an addict… My time is coming…”

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A wake-up, a warning call…

We behaved sometimes as if there’s a long time ahead of us,

when there’s none, there is not…

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(My intellectual thirst was shut down by the existentialist realm…)

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Canada, 2018