Luce Stellare ~ Starlight

A Journal reflecting on the softer side of life. A little mystical. Sometimes magical

Epitaph by Juan Gelman


A bird lived in me. 

A flower traveled in my blood. 

My heart was a violin. 

I loved and didn’t love. 

But sometimes I was loved.

I also was happy: about the spring, the hands together, what is happy.

I say man has to be!

Herein lies a bird, a flower, a violin.





1 Comment

  1. Nice. Never thought of this type of epitaph, but very much to the point.


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