Triangles

Turned, turned, turned

Showing me, at the top, my barefoot childhood, At the bottom, my boyhood that has drowned in the river, At the right, my youth that is surrounded

By shrapnel and smoke, At the left, my old age like a happy passenger

Sitting in the train of paradise that is going to hell, In the long, fast train that does not stop At any stations at all. In spite of the protests of the passengers

And their tears and cries.

A medical review

I took the sea and went to the doctor. I said to him: Behold, the sea is with me hearing my voice. The sea that gets tired of my complaint every day And my moan that has exceeded the waves in length and breadth. The doctor laughed and said: I love the sea. I have a great palace opposite to it. I have a yacht I can travel by anytime I want. So I knew that my doctor Did not know anything about the sea, Did not understand anything about the heart. So I stood And the sea stood behind me laughing Like a small child.