They Will Not Take It From You

Life Poem

Hey, boy, come here,
tell me what you’ve seen:
is it the North, the desert,
or the forests evergreen?

Come here, don’t be shy,
no one’s gonna mock you,
you see, I’ve been there, too,
fighting with the dust,

throwing arrows at the wind,
climbing trees that never grow,
hoping it was true, so true.

Look, don’t listen to the crowds,
they’ll try to steal away from you
all the things you’ve seen,
all your boyish dreams…

But you’re strong, I know,
you’ve seen the mighty North,
you’ve crossed the desert,
you’ve lived in forests wild.

Hm, do you like the South?

more by GEORGI DIMITROV-KARLOVSKI

photograph by Bjorn Tore Okland