Celluloid Memory

The village the street the house you spent your childhood in and where memories always mean flowers nature and movement in a dark surrounding while the sun is shining outside You can smell the sea hear the waves and your shoes will always be dirty from the long way you walked The father tries to breathe close to death and pieces of pain are captured in that little camera But what better can happen to a human being than dying surrounded by your family The tender hands on your knee and the fresh water The preparations are taken for the funeral And outside the light goes on shining the waves continue their way and it is dark during the night And the next morning there will be white clouds in the sky again