Kintsugi Heart

Kintsugi (Japanese: 金継ぎ, lit. ‘golden joinery’), is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with urushi lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum.

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My thoughts were scattered,
Among the remains of my heart.

They said it was shattered,
When our paths drifted apart.

They asked me:
“what happened?”

I sang your name,
I praised your manners.

I tried, but in vain,
to clarify these matters.

Then I told them what happened:

The fire in my heart,
That you came and lit,

Was put off at once
With no ashes left.

I was by myself,
In my darkest of moments.

Your shoulder was missing,
When I cried and wept.

So no, my friends.
I have no regret.
It wasn’t her words
Nor that what she did.

It was what was not.

This curse is much older,
She was just one bit.
I am now getting wiser
I, now, can admit.

I gathered my pieces
And welded with gold.

My cracks are my stories,
And eager to be told.

Your cracks are your secrets,
That call me to unfold.

It may once more be shattered
I may once more weld
I may never surrender
More cracks is more gold!

Air

Oh nurrrse!

Signor Carlo says he can’t breathe..
He might be the next in line..
Or maybe that Signora..
in bed number nine..

Oh God!

We will have to decide again..
The healthy or the friend?
or that young man in pain?
oh God!
Your job of decision,
is too hard for a man..

They just keep on coming..
we try but in vain..
This emergency unit..
is a station of pain..
a gateway for heaven..
more loss than we gain..

Air is now gold..
and gold is just air..
it seems that in death,
this virus is fair!..

Oh Air!

we took you for granted..
we just didn’t care..
we cut more than we planted..
you damned us with fear..

Oh God..

Tie down these death angels..
that you have unleashed..
The lessons are mastered..
This virus has preached..

These numbers are rising..
We are in despair..
We never have thought..
we would run out of air..