Motto:


Here the silence announces the

Next explosion

Though the rehearsals with the gas masks

Worn on Purim

Are not recommended for

New borne!

But let's go back to poetry

It's like a golden star everywhere,

Provoking allergy

But I hold it like a shield.








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A poem which does not die today

When something remains after us:

A recognizing sign,

A habit reserved over generations,

A recipe on a page corner

The taste for life or not,

The forgotten photos!


Something remains after our path:

The music of the young soul,

The pages scribbled undecipherable,

The lazy voice of memories

Magazine pages uncut!

Something remains after us: toured books

Over seas and over lands

On a language not known to grandchildren,

Some albums full of paper cuts

Of poems, prizes and dreams,

Stuff folded, rejected

Bizarre nostalgia closed in a safe

And the small change collected

By precise schemas dictated by the wind

The aging dilemma never being elucidated

In the new millennium of pointless conversations


Remains to sew a

Chain of unwritten memories

Without sentiments,

The difficulty of adaptation became

- A rescue wheel -



Translated by Noemi Marcovici