"The rape of the eyes"
The rape of the eyes. Threnody XV

This poem I dedicate to sister Monica

Like the horse rider,
who is sitting on the black horse,
the death is kidnapping. A bandit,
who won’t to be alive again.

The horse rides steadily
and another goes rapidly.
It’s like a bad dream,
when it comes between…

Between five persons
to take one of them
saying us honestly,
that it will come again.

You raped my eyes, the death.
Why had you done it?
Maybe it is the great grace
and now I have the retreat.
                         Wed. 23 – rd Oct. 2013 about 9.30

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