Funeral Speech

Prayer and Meditation

I climbed from the cellar to the roof, the room was always brighter, the city, otherwise sullen, raised golden domes. The gutters glowed like veins of gold. The fields broke, sea after sea, birds, heavy with fire, landed on the tops of coral. Showers of light ran down the faces of solemn peaks.

Climbing the tower I saw the world of night bowing lit with lust. With a smile that stood shimmering, a fan of flame round her mouth, Like women of delights, they lie revealed, long pensive memories filled.

The clocks strike seven. now shops are going out all over the city. The saleswomen push their way out of already darkened hallways, through narrow corner courtyards and out of swanky halls. Still a little blind and stunned from being locked in for so long, they step quietly excited.

Into the voluptuous brightness and the gentle openness of the summer evening. Grumpy streets light up and suddenly beat a brighter rhythm.

All sidewalks are packed tightly with brightly colored blouses and girls' laughter. Like a lake through which the strong rush of a young river churns, the whole city is washed over with youth and homecoming. A varied destiny is placed between the indifferent faces of the passers-by.

The excitement of young life, brightened by the fire of this evening hour, in whose sweetness everything dark is transfigured and everything heavy melts.

As if it were easy and free, and as if not already waiting, separated by a few hours, the dreary monotony of daily drudgery - as if not waiting homecoming, corners of dirty suburban houses wedged between bare tenements, meager meal.

Commemoration - Zurich

The trepidation of the family room and the cramped nightroom shared with the little siblings, and a short sleep that the first morning rushes out of the golden land of dreams. All of that is very far now. Covered up by the evening. And yet already there, waiting like a wicked animal.

That sits down to its prey, and even the luckiest, who dance lightly with a slender step on the arm of their loved one, carry with them a distant shadow in the loneliness of their eyes.

And sometimes, when the girls' eyes drop to the ground during a conversation. Does it happen that a frightened face with a sneering grimace blocks the way of their happiness. then they snuggle closer, and the hand that grips the friend's arm trembles, as if old age were already behind them, dragging their lives towards extinction in the darkness.