The Headwind - Poem by Ari Alsio
A man running against the wind,
cries, laughs, biting the lip,
Against a lot of other tailwind,
man only against all,
so - he's just alone for everything.
Man runs to the other downwind,
reverse - a humble man,
the other is easy to pull the strings.
The man is slightly tilted backwards,
you can not even see where you're going,
a step in the label the cold ground,
only the names of the children in mind,
alone remains responsible for everything.
A man raises his eyes,
no, he does not lose anything,
out of sight of all the filth,
a man moves a breeze,
lahonneelta life tastes like wood.
The sun stays behind the clouds,
the peat bed is wet bedsheet
Life takes you where to give,
which it also takes you to maintain,
sorrow or joy is too much to ask,
when the stars of your life have been prepared.
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