the wind of change

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

하나의 계절이 가고 또 다른 계절이 밀려오는 풍경은...

우리가 해마다 목격하는 가장 아름다운 장면 중 하나이다.

찬연한 시간과 공간은 굳이 증거로 남길 필요가 없다.

 

보정하거나 덧칠할 까닭이 없다. 계절만 그러한 것이 아니다.

문장도, 음식도, 정말 좋은것은...

억지로 꾸미지 않아도 돋보이기 마련이다.

 

 

이기주《한 때 소중했던 것들》중에서...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Quietly...
like the breeze that blows the olive tree
the wind of change has come down from the hills
to lead me home again through the last mile of sunshine.

As easily as the moon makes patterns on the lifeless lake
man grinds the flowers of the fields beneath his heels
and you wonder if he feels... love... or even boredom.

And my friend...
the wind of change is asking questions.

Suddenly there are now so many giants everywhere
so many men who think even God looks small
when they are walking tall.

And the wind of change is smiling.
Could it be...
that his smile is just another kind of frown
because he knows the world is finally falling down
and going back to dust

and if we trust those men who trample on the grass
emptiness is all that we can ever hope to ask for.

Listen and hear the sound of the dying grass bleed
it's bleeding for man
and the fool he just won't understand.

Is it too late to change...
the wind of change?

 

 

 

 

 

 

the wind of change - rod mckuen