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[aid] => mick
[title] => Fernando
[time] => 2010-02-05 14:56:44
[hometext] => Cos there is something that the time cannot erase...
[bodytext] => Would you tell me the stories about the wars You've been through, Fernando Cos I remember when you were young You loved to share them with your friend. Would you, please, tell us about 1941 And the roar of tanks above your head, So why are you silent now, Like you've got nothing to tell? Now you're old and grey, my lovely friend And you've seen a lotta things we never did, I know your old wounds ain't healed completely, And I don't wanna salt them, my dear Fernando But the roar of tanks and cannonade calmed long ago But you keep rememberin' quite as it was yesterday, You told us and I felt the bitterness in your words Cos there is something that the time cannot erase, Fernando. Do you remember how we were sitting at the flame? It was a lovely starry summer night, my friend, And I remember the youthful enthusiasm in your eyes, Also the way you played the songs you'd heard that time. There was such grief and tears inside them I felt it just like I was there with you, my friend, You sang, but your songs sounded like stories About the death and self-sacrifice, the courage and glory. Now you're old and grey, my lovely friend And you've seen a lotta things we never did, I know your old wounds ain't healed completely, And I don't wanna salt them, my dear Fernando But the roar of tanks and cannonade calmed a long ago But you keep rememberin' quite as it was yesterday, You told us and I felt the bitterness in your words Cos there is something that the time cannot erase, Fernando. I know all your stories and songs by my heart Also I know about your losses and your rewards But, I can't even imagine what you had to go through My lovely friend, Fernando. And I guess, no one can tell about this as you can Cos you have seen the death, you stared it at the face, And there were the moments as you begged to take you away, But anyway, you're here, and you know what it's like, So don't be silent, my old friend Fernando Tell us, please... [comments] => 1 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Alexa_Bachtel [notes] => Corrected minor typos ~ Moderator_18 Feb 5, 2010 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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