Radio days

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"... back then, we didn't have all these machines

you have now...

back then

we used to gather in the evenings, 

same time,

all the family around that wooden box

to listen to the news from europe

and american music

our dreams swinging, sinatra and moonlight serenade

we started  dancing

and our parents had to

talk us back to quiet

sigh...

am old

but will never forget

the voice of that man saying

that the war started

and then

that the war ended

and the tears in our eyes 

we were listening to history made

we couldn't see

but we used our imagination

and that was harder

and filled our hearts with real awe...

and then those days,

before our first kiss

we were touching - "accidentaly"

going to change station at the same time, 

and our fingers were exchanging secret kisses

as we were trying to tune in 

to hear another song...

happy days under the sun

where boys and girls knew how to fall in love...

you nowadays...

you are thirsty to see

more and more and more

an endless fair, a feast for the eyes

but do you really see?...

you don't care anymore

you lose sight of the essence

by seeing too much

such an oxymoron

and love has become just a four letter word

Signs of the times...i know..."

and then she stands up from the sofa

slow steps heavy with age

she stops before the old radio

 ~ now just an antique, 

long silenced from the swift hand of progress 

with its wires 

a mess of red and green and blue branches

a multicolored tree of memories that grows inside that box

 and a twisted antenna still hanging

like a broken arm, from its side...

she caresses the wood, her arthritic fingers going over the buttons

all the memories there, she can almost hear them...

and then with a sigh

and mumbling "where did all these go..."

she goes to bake bread in the kitchen

and fool the inexorable Time

for one more day...

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