john o'connell (11.12.1949 / Limerick, Ireland)
From in the womb
From in the womb of dim and vague lights
to the blinding action of sun-filled days;
to the blinding action of sun-filled days.
Hop and step -
you realize that you have jumped
only 30 years later.
Maybe, that is why they say
that life begins at forty!
To the billowing action of sun-filled days;
to the billowing action of sun-filled days.
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