Winter, 2002
She laughed and asked loudly, “Why do you have all these barbed wires everywhere in this land?”
I looked around; lowered my voice, swallowed my words a dozen times before they finally betrayed me and flied:
In this land we love barbed wires and barbed wires love us!
We share a history.
They are part of the language. We have our special alphabet; an alphabet that has an emphasis of a barbed wire on every letter.
They are part of life and death, for they accompany us from life to death.
Every one had touched them once; I even know someone who collected them, and wait, I know a girl who wore one as her favorite necklace.
They fit so much into the scene; my eyes will, unconsciously, draw one around whatever they see.
She said; “And I was wondering what was that pain I had once you kissed me; I just now realized what is that encircling your lips”
They are part of the language. We have our special alphabet; an alphabet that has an emphasis of a barbed wire on every letter.
They are part of life and death, for they accompany us from life to death.
Every one had touched them once; I even know someone who collected them, and wait, I know a girl who wore one as her favorite necklace.
They fit so much into the scene; my eyes will, unconsciously, draw one around whatever they see.
She said; “And I was wondering what was that pain I had once you kissed me; I just now realized what is that encircling your lips”
