lunes, 2 de febrero de 2015

I don't know if

I don't know if History repeats itself 
But I do know that you don't. 

I remember that city was divided 
Not only between Jews and Arabs,
But between me and you, 
When we were there together. 

We made ourselves a womb of dangers
We built ourselves a house of deadening wars
Like men of far north
Who build themselves a safe warm house of deadening ice.

The city has been reunited 
But we haven't been there together. 

By now I know
That History doesn't repeat itself,
As I always knew that you wouldn't.

Yehuda Amichai