Paroles

along with my stones
the big cry
behind the bars
they dragged me
in the middle of the market
there,
where the flag rolls up, I
swore no oath.

Flute,
Double Flute of the Night:
think of the dark
twin blush
in Vienna and Madrid.

Lower your flag to half-mast
memory.
At half mast
for today and always.

Heart:

make yourself known here too
here, in the middle of the market.
Call out the shibboleth
away from home:
February. No pasaran.

Unicorn:

you know about the stones
you know about the water
come,
i'm taking you away
to the voices
from Estremadura.

(Paul Celan)