*BECKETT'S NEXUS* written by : DEVAN SCHWARTZ illustrated by: PETER WALLIS

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Guernika is burning, aflame!
At night, high Vizcaya appeared to us
buried in blood,
and among the stones we had
a village on live coals.

Hard to belive, I have arrived
at Gernika in the middle of the night:
the village is burning, aflame!
Children sleep on the roads.
The brother looks for his brother
and the father finds his murdered son!
Cows bellow in the wilderness...
A woman with no tears in her eyes.

Listen, listen to the noise of the flames.
The blood-teardrop looks like lightning,
but the invader fights for nothing:
the tree resists, standing with its arms wide open.
If Gernika belonged to us,
now the earth has what belonged to her.
Gernika has united
in the name of freedom!...

Basque Interior Minister:-

Telesforo Monzon

BECKETT'S NEXUS written by : DEVAN SCHWARTZ illustrated by: PETER WALLIS

Sunday, May 25, 2008

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