Banaras, India 11th October 1997
It was early in the morning
that I saw people were praying.
Even the sun hasn't risen yet,
but they kept praying with the water.
Men and women, young and old,
white cows, strey dogs 'n monkeys.
It was my experience in the morning walking on
one side of the river.
Then the sun cmes out, the line of sunlight crosses
the river.
They got the sunshine full of their faces:
"What a great pleasure!"
Candles with flowers are floating down
the river to the north.
I see some of them are already sinking
and I'm thinking, isn't it a pleasure?
It was late in the afternoon that I saw people
were again praying.
Almost the sun had set, at the same time,
they started praying with the water.
Men and women, young and old,
all of them were going down the steps.
I didn't do the same thing
but was just sitting on one side of the river.
Then the river loses the color,
and the darkness couses the silence.
They are going back to the town:
"What a lonely moment!"
Candles with floweres are now far away
to the north.
I say "I must leave the town tomorrow"
in my mind.
Well, how can I leave, why should I leave?
Someone is dreaming to come this holy reiver to die.
That's only one side of the river,
only one side of the river.
It was the next day that I happend to see
an old man had been creminated...
written on 10th October 1997
at the town called Banaras in India.
that I saw people were praying.
Even the sun hasn't risen yet,
but they kept praying with the water.
Men and women, young and old,
white cows, strey dogs 'n monkeys.
It was my experience in the morning walking on
one side of the river.
Then the sun cmes out, the line of sunlight crosses
the river.
They got the sunshine full of their faces:
"What a great pleasure!"
Candles with flowers are floating down
the river to the north.
I see some of them are already sinking
and I'm thinking, isn't it a pleasure?
It was late in the afternoon that I saw people
were again praying.
Almost the sun had set, at the same time,
they started praying with the water.
Men and women, young and old,
all of them were going down the steps.
I didn't do the same thing
but was just sitting on one side of the river.
Then the river loses the color,
and the darkness couses the silence.
They are going back to the town:
"What a lonely moment!"
Candles with floweres are now far away
to the north.
I say "I must leave the town tomorrow"
in my mind.
Well, how can I leave, why should I leave?
Someone is dreaming to come this holy reiver to die.
That's only one side of the river,
only one side of the river.
It was the next day that I happend to see
an old man had been creminated...
written on 10th October 1997
at the town called Banaras in India.
It is a holy place.
Inever got bored in this town.
Caos is the good word to explain this town.
