In a land between high hills
If no words
If no sounds
If no poets
Then what?
In a land between high hills
Battled
In broken rhythms of history
Red bleeding hearts
Pounding,
Tight faced women
Scream
Suffering across echoing time
Blowing dreams over passes
North South East West.
The poet´s face glows as
New horizons
Ignite young lives
Playing dice
And clutching
Promises of democracy
(dedicated to Shota)
Minnie Freudenthal and Ana Hudson
Tblisi, June 2013
Fotos de Minnie Freudenthal e Manuel Rosário
