when iím young
i wanna burn, burn, burn
, but while iím older

i want to smolder
in peace

like matisse.

an angry young man
can move
                      the earth
but an angry old man
is just a drag
, awaiting another birth.

if the world will cry
a need of me,
iíll leave
                   it for the younger hunter

, and before i die
i shall rest in peace

like matisse.

poem by Erik Kestler

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