A Tale of War – in Sand
Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009My friend,
I write to ask you to take 10 minutes out of your day to pause … I invite you to watch this young girl tell the story of war in her country, the Ukraine, tell it with art, with sand…
NOTES:
One of the songs that plays is “A Dark Night”, by Mark Bernes:
A dark gloomy night
only bullets whistle in the steppe
only the wind roars in the wires
the stars dimly shine
In the dark gloomy night
you my beloved I know do not sleep
and at the childs cribb out of sight
you wipe a tear
How I love
the depth of you sweet eyes
how I want
to press against them now with my lips
The dark gloomy night
separates us my beloved
and the cold dark steppe
has lain between us
Death does’nt freighten me
I’ve met her not once in the steppe
and here now
it is circling above me
You are awaiting me
and at the cribb do not sleep
and so I know
nothing will happen to me
—–
The momument drawn is, I believe, the memorial to the unknown soldier in Kiev, Ukraine.
The words she writes at the end are:
“Ты вÑегда Ñ€Ñдом”- “Ty vsegda ryadom”- “You always close/near ”
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