Thursday, 18 June 2009


Stork nesting. Flix. June 2008

Shelter from the Storm

Flix is a small town.

On the Ebre river in Catalonia.

Where so many died that summer of 1938.

The battle lost, here, against fascism.

I am privileged.

My life always lived at a safe distance from conflicts.

That continue.

I am privileged.

I have a student, a friend, Miguel, who took me, 70 years later,
to find the memories.

The forgotten battlefields.

Remembered friends.

Wild rosemary in the hot blue afternoon.

So silent

In this sunlight

There are no bombs now

To stop

The storks nesting.

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