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The birds fly away
When the weather turns to autumn
In spring they return.

They fly, fly, fly,
Their wings carry them;

Suddenly you notice
That they already
Drink of the distant blue sky.

They fly so swiftly that one takes
Them as disappearing dreams.

What flies more swiftly
Than the birds? Life!

But, unlike the birds,
It never comes back.

…………………………………………..Adapted From “Satantango,” a Hungarian Film

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Far away, a man on the beach
With a flashlight.
What does he think about?

'Whatever death is
Life is worth more.'

You who are tied to me by friendship's chain,
And with whom together we kept
Wide awake so many nights;
You may want to
Mourn over my corpse.

But I say to my friends
Do not mourn me;
You know that with us
It was mostly laughs;

And mourning would strike
Against our normal selves.

But, for sure, come out to me,
And as you stand over my grave,
Cheerfully tell the jokes
We told ourselves.


And laugh some more
And mention all the old names
And know that your blood ran in mine;



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Inspired by Satantango, a Hungarian Film.