lundi 19 mars 2012
During this day of immense sadness, what comes to my mind is a poem by Pablo Neruda
“It was half past eleven in autumn and I was waiting for someone or another. Time tired of being there with me, little by little left and left me all alone.”
“Never before or after did I feel so suddenly alone. It was waiting for someone that did it…”
Grieving is always lonely but it is sad to be lonely on this tragic day ..
I thought of our revered RASHI Rabbi Shlomo ben Yitzhaki (Troyes, Fr 1105 of CE), the greatest commentator on the Talmud.
Why do they hate us, asked a young Jacobo Timmerman (Argentina, author of Cell without a number, Prisoner without a name). His mother said: Because they do not understand us.
Night is falling here in the Indian Reservation and I am going to light the candle and say the Kaddish
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