For your information; the video below is sung in Yiddish, with English and French subtitles.

In forty-eight, I came into this world,

whose peace, they say, was won at cost immense:

I’m told that I should genuflect and bow,

to those who worship those old gods of war,

yes, I should heed the Christian warriors’ words,

who preach from pulpit and from podium,

and show respect ...

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I don't know where it comes from
This pain I carry in my chest
It’s a weight I don't understand
But I keep going, as if the burden were my truth
There’s something inside me
A desire that gets lost in the shadows
But I insist, I insist
Because, maybe, there’s no other way to be
I looked into the abyss
And the abyss didn’t look back at me
Only the silence echoing within
And I, trying to b...

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It must be time to get up

Any excuse to fill my cup

To get out of this chair

To take in some different air

The mechanisms are tense

Cornea, Iris and the lens

Focused and sharp

Like a razor to a harp

Capturing images, light and perusing

Peering across a radient sunset, percieving or sewing

Better to be absent minded staring into distance

Than screens burni...

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Agitation eats at my chest due to my un-feathered yearning for this person, she cannot begin to think about what she wants other than the bare necessity of breathing.

                Which implores me to wish she didn’t need to breathe, selfishly, so that I can then be an option for her. I'm sure another necessity would take sprout.

I’m not sure who is the root of the problem. A possible s...

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it's a grey morning fog

hazing over the landscape; the person ; love.

it makes distant       .

further away then it really is,

it blurs the lines. 

whispers,, "you are alone "

it's white noise 

hushing the love of the Sun  

drips into the earth between the soft skin of your feet  

makes slippery what you reach for 

An aeonian drab

a monochromatic moan,

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The sky, that cries all night, without a break
The pain in fields turns into sorrow’s song
Ah! Who am I, lost, walking through the ache?
Is it just a dream, or agony so long?

The sea, the waves break strong upon the shore
And I, in vain, seek out a resting place
But winds that drag me leave me evermore
And carry me beyond, with endless pace

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