Blackbirds, curves and magpies, beyond their feathers, what do they represent?

[Marcus Nalgaber]

Blackbirds, curves and magpies, beyond their feathers, what do they represent?

 

 

While I listen to the voice  of the  blackbird 
I look at your face
wondering 
why why why
it's impossible to change past

I think of a thousand things 
no clear thought stands out 
from the crowd 
that  stirs stirs stirs 
in my mind
screaming words 
that cover each others

everything could be so simple
like the games of a child 
but you 
have made me grave
of your dreams 
and mine

we are dead and alive
under layers of time  
turned into  stones
over our heads

while I listen to the voice of the blackbird
singing singing singing
to the night  
to the  stars
that are still  what they are
inertia over inertia
like our life