(photo: Borda Neuropsychiatric Hospital window) Der Panther
His eyes look so tired of
those bars before it, in endless procession,
those bars before it, in endless procession,
that nothing else could come already on it.
you think that there are thousands of bars only
and behind them there is no world.
While advancing and again drawing a
tight circles with their footsteps,
the movement of their legs and smooth working
is showing rotunda dance
around a center that is still alive
an imposing will.
Only sometimes, can silence
the opening of the curtains that hid her eyes;
and crosses a picture in,
slips through of the tense muscles
falls in his heart, fades and dies.
Rainer Maria Rilke
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