Tuesday 22 July 2008 photo 3/4
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Will I become like the old man from next door?
Obsessed with fear of losing his mind,
he soon couldn't take care of himself anymore.
He was found in his bed, dehydrated...
unconscious, as he was, they brought him to a diffrent place.
He had a wild garden behind his house...
so beautiful and dark.
woodpeckers and squirrels lived there,
and hedgehogs, mice and martens.
Hazelnut-trees and wild strawberries grew,
and cherries, apples and pears, and currants of red and black...
all hidden in this private place.
In the safty of the shadows the fragile fern slept,
aloneg the winding paths the wild-flowers wept,
snowdrops noddld their little heads in spring,
of which I do not know the names...
And, of course, there was ivy everywhere.
It happend the same week they took him away
workers hacked down all the trees in the garden...
hired by the envious people outside... who had always terrified
by the beauty that enchanted this place,
and the darkness it was breathing.
Obsessed with fear of losing his mind,
he soon couldn't take care of himself anymore.
He was found in his bed, dehydrated...
unconscious, as he was, they brought him to a diffrent place.
He had a wild garden behind his house...
so beautiful and dark.
woodpeckers and squirrels lived there,
and hedgehogs, mice and martens.
Hazelnut-trees and wild strawberries grew,
and cherries, apples and pears, and currants of red and black...
all hidden in this private place.
In the safty of the shadows the fragile fern slept,
aloneg the winding paths the wild-flowers wept,
snowdrops noddld their little heads in spring,
of which I do not know the names...
And, of course, there was ivy everywhere.
It happend the same week they took him away
workers hacked down all the trees in the garden...
hired by the envious people outside... who had always terrified
by the beauty that enchanted this place,
and the darkness it was breathing.
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