...Fear not!...

There must be an exit somewhere out there.
This road is broken in half.
People are thirsty for revolutions and beating.
It's called the Grand Civilised War of the Coke era.
It comes in red and white,
to treat the wounds and open thousands more.
Someone screams in the hearing of an ambulance hooter.
The radio plays loudly the noisy songs of 69.
The kids feel the glory
of being astronauts for a day
feeding the inhospitable mud
with the footsteps of their trainers
as they run to escape.
The night will come early.
Finally, the winter will sprout
like the early bulb flowers of amaryllis.
The issue is always left untouched.
Untouched as the whispers of the timids.
Fear not! No fears!
Simply our soul's bonfires and tiers.


Text and photography by Marsia Bealby. All rights reserved. Title of photograph: bikes of Amsterdam.