Walking On The Land Of Dead Brothers Quotes
Walking On The Land Of Dead Brothers
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“On his boots
there was still soil from my garden.
On my neck,
the breath of his sleep
I had remembered since childhood.
I did not know that soil could forget a footstep.
That it could resound with the same silence
when you walk beside your brothers
and when you bury them.”
― Walking On The Land Of Dead Brothers
there was still soil from my garden.
On my neck,
the breath of his sleep
I had remembered since childhood.
I did not know that soil could forget a footstep.
That it could resound with the same silence
when you walk beside your brothers
and when you bury them.”
― Walking On The Land Of Dead Brothers
“In an age of illusion, being authentic is a form of philosophical resistance - a refusal to betray the truth solely for the comfort of collective lies. It is to recognise that true freedom is found not in conformity, but in the courage to be honest, to think deeply, and to live unshackled by the chains
of societal expectation.”
― Walking On The Land Of Dead Brothers
of societal expectation.”
― Walking On The Land Of Dead Brothers
“The streets are still there,
coloured by dark music,
and the crumbling roofs
beneath which lives flow
full of northern winds.
My shadow is still there too:
light as a girl’s dream
of hazel-coloured eyes,
heavy as a woman’s step
towards the execution ground of the past.
In the embrace of eternal November
this city has gone blind from silence
that resembles last year’s snow,
and, pacing in place,
it waits in vain for May,
killed by the hand of a friend
from some other, warmer life.”
― Walking On The Land Of Dead Brothers
coloured by dark music,
and the crumbling roofs
beneath which lives flow
full of northern winds.
My shadow is still there too:
light as a girl’s dream
of hazel-coloured eyes,
heavy as a woman’s step
towards the execution ground of the past.
In the embrace of eternal November
this city has gone blind from silence
that resembles last year’s snow,
and, pacing in place,
it waits in vain for May,
killed by the hand of a friend
from some other, warmer life.”
― Walking On The Land Of Dead Brothers
