March 20, 2006
an old dream with a foreign language
It is not that important, I don’t think it is. It is just about time, about the seconds and minutes and then the new day, the new year and the gardened could sell his flowers for a little bit extra. Girl says “Sombols, afandim, sombols” and then I just notice that it’s been 8 years. I am aging and celebrating, dancing in sorrow and pain, and greeting. Oh, god what if you were here and could hear us chanting our old tradition just to get a new hope, new day and new year. So how old is your new year my friend?
Posted by jesmi at March 20, 2006 06:25 AM