By: Walter William Safar When you want to come home again Just follow the wind. “How shall I know Which wind travels to the street of my childhood?” Ask your life’s compatriot, the blue shadow, Which rushes in front of…
By: Walter William Safar Me and the eastern wind, surrounded by a wall of honorable antiquity, walk together influenced by our common destiny, and shadows hide across crosses, and drag along cemeteries like the quietest and saddest funeral procession. Next…