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Alija Kebo: The Bridge called Old
- Old is his name, but old age did not touch him at all,
- The bridge whose stones fill up the sun
- Only here in the middle of magic
- Is falling down and run away toward to the top of hills.
- He still does not have any wrinkle
- He raised beyond the time
- Around him the town is settled.
- Builders left to the death and glory, carrying burden
- Where everything was started.
- The river will never run dry in the scream
- The stone suffers pain by unconcern
- Slim like a girl’s waist
- Connecting two coasts and two endlessness.
- Above his bones the stars are burning –
- The secret script of life was born there.
- The spring is full of songs and it pours
- The dream of our soul and the act of liberty.
- (1982)
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- Author: Alija Kebo, writer and journalist (Bivolje Brdo, Čapljina, 1932)
- Title: The Bridge called Old, 1982
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