The wide open green grasslands

To my brother and friend

Set yourself free,
take off your long sleeve t-shirts,
show off your young muscles which have been hiding and getting pale as much as your character,
hold the head high, move that hair away from your forehead
it is even a veil in between our eyesight,
let us be witnesses of what your sight was not willing to share before
and make your way out of the misery with which we were educated
without asking,
without permission.

The green grasslands are there, fresh and wide open,
they even have a half sunny blue sky and a half rainy gray one
There is no menace only the promise of more life
Even if the old one should be left behind.

Set yourself free,
take off those old shoes, you won’t need them anymore but first,
feel here the concrete in this part of the world where we all stay still right now.
Set free the impulse of your passion and the volume of your voice,
of that new voice of yours that you will find in the new ground.
Look at me and let your smile be reflected by mine,
feel free of smiling and run for what you have always been.

You don’t say a word so far, because we were taught to silence
but with this new soft ground between your toes,
with the green grass that waits for you to lay on it,
your heart will be healed and your voice will develop,
your sight will then tell the stories that were never told
and your laugh won’t be any longer only the reflection of someone else’s.

Don’t look behind you, the wide open lands won’t have any path,
your new life opens in front of you, without regrets.
We the people will watch from the concrete and we will smile at the wide open green grasslands
as you set yourself free.
There is no necessity in you to remember your name, no,
there is no necessity to question any more,
there is no necessity to explain what cannot be put into words.

Now as you’re not longer here, lay down on that soft grass,
look up at the sky that it will react at your wish.
If rain is needed to feel what tears gave to you once, it will rain.
If the sun is needed to brown your pale skin, it will shine enough
but lastly, if you want to be with us, the sky will turn as black as our eyes
so it will let the stars illuminate our faces and
we all -laying on green grass, on whoever’s home roof, while walking, while being thoughtful,
while being happy, while being sad, but never while being alone- will accompany us.