From a high tower I have looked to the four points of the horizon.
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I will stretch out their contorted arms and legs. | I will close their cold eyelids on their fixed pupils. | I cannot bear to see eyes if I do not receive any words. | Invisible life entrusts us with sad tasks | I look back to my years, and the pains I have suffered | are not enough. | Soon there will be clashings of men and horrible clanging sounds. | And people hunted, pushed, wrenched. | Also I will find myself in the midst of the madness of war. | I will open pure words, orders of thought, fraternal acts. | In the meantime they will bring forward the man | condemned to death and they will tell him to dig his own grave. | He will look up at the still hills and the sky. | Some distant sounds of life will still reach him. | He will not have time to think back to his many days – | to the voices of his dear people, and the close relationships. | Not even will he be able to look ahead | to come to terms with what is happening now. | And when the shots will be fired, with the flash a cry will go up | The human cry which is too late, and it’s lost. | To free, to free as soon as possible. | They will ask me: why don’t you come to fight with us? | They will not understand, they will carry on with the war. | I loved to be with other people, as the light of the day. | It is so good to work together, in trust, in mutual help. | To lose myself in the crowd in modest clothes. | In a circle of equals to listen and to speak. | And now nobody wants to listen, and yet they are all people. | I have become a stranger, the others do not know that I am there. | The abrupt reply, the friend who looks the other way. | It would be easy to join them in earnest action. | Forgetting the deeper unity, beyond the war? | I remain here, isolated from everybody | working for a deeper togetherness. | Everything was only a trial, reality must yet begin. | Every being was partaking of another reality yet he did not know. | But now this reality is becoming clear | and it matters only what opens us t