Our Tears!

We have died before! A hundred times a day when the sound of the siren suddenly commanded: "Go to the shelter!" and our stunned gaze was fixed from the loaf of bread to the green belt of the gallows! to the ceiling of the room. On the farce of taking refuge in a place that did not exist in a place that does not exist! Many times before this we buried our hearts, but again again and again we came alive together! Again each time we came alive together with truth, with peace, with beauty. This time too: don't cry!...