Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Between life and death

And death shall have no dominion
And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.
Dylan Thomas

Since she was a small girl she grew up surrounded by death, the thin line between existence and beyond being broken in front of her eyes too often.
today a man died.
And the world feels like a smaller place.
She is running as fast as she can, into her fears and pain, from them, all being one.
He taught her about feelings, how to perform on stage, about teather, what it ment to translate words into images.
And now he is dead
and the clock has stopped
and when it resumes its march
there will be a bigger empty in the place where we all keep record of ourselves.
Because she admired him and had the honour of him sharing some of his time with her.
But that doesn´t really matter.

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