The final bell is striking nowThe year is limping on its way.It worked, grew tired, and faded outAnd slowly waits for its last day.A glass of wine is set before meFor meze, memories on a plate,A wind is blowing through my mindAnd starts to shout and resonate.Across from me, you smile at meThough you are far, so far away.Those two beautiful eyes of pearlThat hold an ocean in their sway.How was this world cooked up, I wonder,What chef was making up the stew,What got mixed up upon the menu,What was too much and spilled right through?Somewhere no salt and lacking flavorSomewhere with way too much sweet sugar,Somewhere a love kept in the shadowsWhile pain is tearing through the feeling.Somewhere a soul just waits and suffersBecause its love is far away.Another throws stones at itAnd chases it down streets and parks.Somewhere a life can't sleep in peaceBecause it lacks all tenderness.Someone breaks off its leaves and branchesAnd hurls it down into the abyss.Someone feels longing and wastes awayWhile dreaming deeply in their sleep,While someone else kills, and is leftLike a dry trunk, left forgotten.Ah, treacherous and faithless worldThat knows not what it gives or takes.It grants no gifts to those who hopeIt gives to him who weaves intrigues.The river of life flows from the centuriesThrough centuries it flows by laws.Some it drowns with fire and ironSome it brings to pearly shores.2The final bell is striking nowThe year is limping on its way.It worked, grew tired, and found no joyAnd slowly waits for its last day.I pour a glass, and then another,And the world fades in memory.I speak with ancient philosophersAnd still remain without a hope.You laugh at me from the photographMocking the vapors of the wine.You do not like history at allNor the world where we live and pine.And the world enters into my brainNow it is also getting drunk,Its body holds sorrow and pain,It stops a moment and tells me: - No!- Raise up your glass, and leave the world,Today look at yourself and feelings,Let it sail its naval fleetThat holds the hyenas deep inside.Pour a glass and embrace your loveWith longing and with thirsty breath,Leave history behind your backThe Troy that we carry with us.Leave Paris and Helen beThey are but empty, useless names,We were the ones who built that stageThat made the world turn upside down.We built the love all by ourselvesThen we ourselves made up the plot,We brought the empire crashing downAnd the history we had begun.3And I toss the world far awayLike a little ball of rags,And happily I whistle a tuneAnd drink wine with longing and thirst.What need is there for this great worldIn the room it is just you and I,The world has far too many troublesWe only want love, you and I.The world has many interestsIt sets up traps and wages wars,We dream and we hold onto hopesTo savor beautiful moments.The world sits and thinks for a long timeThrough centuries it makes its plans,We are thinking about tonightWe know nothing of tomorrow, my dear?I sit and think of you, my friend,Of your eyes, your lips that speak words.To invent an atomic bombTo explode with boiling longing.Inside its very nucleusTo hold love for all of life,To burst over the world, and then,To sow happiness everywhere.Your eyes are laughing in the photoBecause they know it very well,- If the world puts on poetryIt has won love!4Einstein is silent with teary eyesSlightly wounded, he says to me:- I created the atomTo keep the world warm.But, alas, the cold mindsAs soon as they took it in their hands,Sliced it into pieces like a cake,Confusing its direction.Then he takes a deep breathAnd speaks to me thoughtfully:- Your poetic wordHas discovered an atom today.An atom made of loveWe all have it within our reach,So that with beauty and with tasteIt makes mother world happy.The final bell is fading outThe year is limping on its way...It worked but found no joyAnd slowly waits for its last day.Ah, deranged and crazy world...
PILO ZYBAMONEMVASIA....29 - 12 - 2010
