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מדורי במה







עודד כהן
/ Somethig real?

One Sunday afternoon,
The sun was hot
the sky was blue

An old man sat on the porch and told me a story:

"Once I was in love"  he said
I had a great love, and as every human being I thought it
was the one.
We hugged during the nights, we slept on a bed of lust.
We fell together to darkness
We brought ourselves the light.
Fairy tales were a joke to us, we were God together.

I find it hard to believe- I said.

"I don't expect you to understand my dear boy, I myself
thought it was a dream.
But it wasn't! it was life, it was death, it was heaven and
hell.
It was something else
It was there

I gazed into his eyes, I noticed a tear sliding across his
wrinkled face, It came down slowly, but surely enough.
It was a single drop of a filthy heart.
A heart who knew the greatest pain.
"I do believe you old man" said I
"I know not if true love. But the fires of your soul still
scream for her"

"Tiss true my boy" he answered
"I still mourn the lost, I still feel a stone carving my
pain.

"tell me more" I asked"

"There is nothing to tell" said he I was once a proud man.
who was crushed by the overwhelming mallet of love,
I was corrupted by the light of evil, That woman!
She was a curse upon me"

It was a Sunday, I thought I knew what love is but I
didn't.
The old man told me of what wonderers times they had.
Of the things they've experienced, the world they created
together.
I sat, for three hours, as the sun stroked me with light,
I knew I would never feel what I wanted to feel.
I knew then that there is nothing to hope for.

He kept on talking, an 90 years old man who saw the world
with eyes of wisdom. A man who tasted much more, and
nothing.

I stopped him and asked "tell old man, how did it end? what
happened to your mighty love?"

"Well, It was a mighty love indeed.
It was a wall which we built together for a long time.
But an insignificant question which trembled my world."

"what, what was it?" I implored him to answer

"When it happened" his voice became weak and fragile
"I fell, on my back, I cracked my head open.
I looked up and saw her feet, I looked further and saw her
face
She smiled at me, pulled out a hair. and throw it at me.
And as my vision blurred out, I saw her turning around and
walking
away.

she cursed me my boy, my soul hunted me ever since,
with no end in sight"

"What was the question old man? tell me!
I need to know! I fear the same fate is instored for me".

.
"I'm sorry my boy, I don't have the heart to tell you.
For I'm afraid for you well being, I afraid you'll die the
day you face her

I am, truly sorry"

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בבמה מאז 14/3/03 1:47
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