Altamira

Altamira

The artist who painted the drawing-sketch of a bison in the mountain-cave of Altamira by rubbing dry colours was none by myself

Yes,since then I always kept my constant watch on you, you being the youngest daughter of a game-hunter you decorate the stars of the sky with fragments of ivory from Antares, Vega to Canopus,one after the other. After that how many generations had gone by Hundreds and thousands years lay down drowsily Man's craze for religion grew intense, and Buddhist beggars walked forward in search for peace... Now after so many days we two meet each other at Park Street in a quiet coffee-shop,enclosed in glass

Song was sung in husky voice in tune with guitar Tibetan wooden masks were hanging upon walls after walls As if they were the unfolded faces of ours, following one generation after another, the old mementos. Let us settle our old quarrels, Let someone bring for us steaming coffee-pots

Let waves of time jump upon with a loud sound Let somebody gradually lay us on the walls in a freeze-shot as it remains in the figures in mountain-cave of Altamira

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