In the days when we use to look into the future, I remember myself smiling
The smile is gone now, faded into the blowing wind of change
I remember imagining the world as a place where I can be what I want to be
Now I know the world is a place where you can be what you need to survive
Yesterdays are the days I was alive, and I foolish enough to want them gone
I was rushing into the future, with the spirit of my ignorance pushing me to where I am now
Wishing to get back my yesterdays
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I should explain this poem, since I usually don't write things as gloomy as this.
In order to understand, let me explain this picture.
It's a picture of two Israeli soldiers, looking over the mountain into Lebanon, during the time of the War, just a few months ago.
It was very early morning, before the sun went up, and they were standing there for a while, hardly speaking a word. It seemed to me as they were thinking about those yesterdays. About the days before they ever knew they had to fight in this war, at any war.
This picture symbolizes the pain of reality for me, and the beautiful yesterdays.
Hopefully, better tomorrows as well.
G
Better tomorrows with better yesterdays. That's a beautiful thought and gives me some hope. Thank you.
The photo is beautiful in its silhouetted simplicity and spiced with the poem it's something more.
I like how they seem they close even when they're apart. A touchable, and touching, feeling lingering all over the photo. Extremely intensive. Like rushing waves that make my toes go wet.
I'm ever impressed by your gallery. I have to look closer at Israel next time I visit.
(I was there the summer of 2004 for three months)
I don't even have to wish you good luck with your work.
The photo is beautiful in its silhouetted simplicity and spiced with the poem it's something more.
I like how they seem they close even when they're apart. A touchable, and touching, feeling lingering all over the photo. Extremely intensive. Like rushing waves that make my toes go wet.