Un dornad plu - A handful of feathers by Youenn Gwernig 14,48 € I order this book | My order
ON THE TOP OF MY LAND Rocks, heathers and the wind : i'm on the top of my land rocks under the heather and bones of people who lived in the past, Ancestors : the wind only carries news of the quick. The dead are dead two or three times dead dead for good, their ashes gone a long time ago, relics, ashes, their voices are heard in the wind no more : the wind only carries news of the quick. I'm on the top of my land : up to the sky-line all around the steeples of my land's parishes, the quick are bringing flowers to their graveyard for the ones who died lately ; ossuaries, forgotten relics, a carved angel is smiling its stony smile. For the ones gone a long time, a long time ago to the land of departed souls. For the other ones mixed up with bones, leather shoes, helmets, scrap-iron, foreign land and rusted cans, there is nothing. Rocks, heather and the wind singing on the top of my land : its song only carries news of the quick. [ Our Shops ] [ Mailing List ] [ Order ] |