Über dieses Bild:
Photo of a bridge in Budapest Hungary that I took years and years a go. Texture by SkeletalMess
*"I am homesick for the land I am willing to remember
The land I hope to have lived in
The land where falseness did not exist
Where we trusted each other
The house where one received you with open arms
The apron I could hide my face in
The smell of cookies baking in the stove
The hot milk and the chamomile tea
When I was sick
And the coloured paper I was given then
To play with and
Cut figures from.*
*I am homesick for the place that was full of laughter
Of clinking coffee cups and spoons made of silver
Flowers on the balcony
And toys in the garden*
*I am homesick for the eyes and the look in them
I knew so well and did not think about
I am homesick for hands that stroked my face
And put braids and ribbons in my hair*
*I am homesick for the stories
Told to me at night
An aunt at my bedside
Telling me of the soup
They cooked in the war
Of glycerine and bones
When they had nothing
Left*
*Listening while wrapped in a blanket
And fire crackling in the stove
To the story of how
Our house burned down
And they had to flee
And buy butter in exchange for
A watch*
*Listening to the story of Jesus
And being taught a prayer
For poor children
And bread to keep them alive*
*I am homesick for listening
To the news on the radio
That I did not understand
And that did not worry me
And that sometimes made us laugh
When the Americans were the good people
Who helped us survive*
*I am homesick for TV
That showed theater and comedies
And commercials
Instead of smoke
From Israeli bombs
And dead children
And grinning politicians
Saying
We need this war*
*I am homesick
For peace
And carelessness
And warmth*
*I am homesick for the time
When we loved each other
Without thinking of
Being used*
*I am homesick for the time
When I was too innocent
To see the signs
Of betrayal.
For the time when
I did not see the signs
Of what is bound to happen
sooner or later*
*I am homesick for the time
When I wanted life to move
Faster
For the time
When we lit candles
For a politician
Who died being shot*
*I am homesick for the time
When I had not
Seen it all before
And happening again
Because people have not learned
Their lesson
Yet.*
by Astrid
