Oh, great.
Whenever I dream of birds
The cages fly above my head
And I will need all my lifetime to know which cage belongs to my dream
And then whenever I try to remember my childhood
A bomb falls from my memory and crashes into my reality
..........
"What a lovely sunny morning,"
I told the girl.
She was jogging in the forest
She smiled at me and said,
"A soldier's helmet is falling from your memory again."
“Don't worry. I have so many of them,” I told her.
Everything will be good
I say to myself
And I keep jogging from exile to exile
As my friends keep running from the battlefield of one war to another
And returning as pictures with black frames.