Giuseppe Verdi - "Celeste Aida," from Aida with Placido Domingo
I wish I could bead bracelets
to adorn the wrists of parents
who never sent their sons to war,
who think wars fall outside of
the realms of last resort,
those who put indomitable
wedges of compassion
into the violent monolith -
I wish my self was bowing
to them instead of throwing up
this permanently closed fist
of bare, bloody victory.
and i wish i could write like you...
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oh! what can i say to that - i don't have words :). you, who tell such stories with your images! thank you, my dear.
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