#poem, «Smoking in the Rain»

SMOKING IN THE RAIN

(Written while listening to Liszt’s Hungarian Rhapsody No. 3 in D Major (No. 6 in D-flat Major, S. 244)

I am he,
who before was not,
a simple man that understands.
I am the quiet fool
that will take a stand
and fight the good fight
on every corner of every street…

I am the dancing soul
that moves to the beat
of bongos and tambourines,
of djembes and doumbeks
and of the clapping hands
that built my home.
I’ll now join those that raise their arms
in praise,
praise for peace and love
while smoking in the rain…

I was the rifleman in olive green,
that in foreign mountains
had grown and seen
the tears of sweat
and the sweat of tears
while no yet having too many years
of life experience in peace and love
without having
life experience…

I’m now determined.
I now will be
the one who seeks light from above.
I’ll comprehend
my brother’s love,
my brother’s pain,
and though we all might be
just quite insane,
we’ll all sit smoking in the rain…

C.2024, Francisco Bravo Cabrera – 24/04/2024/10/05/2025 – Valencia, Spain

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