The rocks cried bitterly
by Minsung's dad, a Gangjeong villager
I went to the Joongduk Sea around the dawn.
Several fishing boats were still lighting up on the horizon beyond the Beom Island.
As soon as the Sun rises up, the lights of the fishing boats began to disapear from my eyes.
The sea raised up water fog.
The Sun began to slowly, very slowly brighten the broad rocks of the Joongduk coast.
The rocks were to welcome the Sun stretching their arms.
I opened my eyes and looked at the sky and earth, too.
I saw the yellow flags standing here and there.
The struggle of the spurting grassroots. But I could not read even the letters since they were torn and worn out [by the strong winds in the Jeju Island].
As if they know or not the cry of the Gangjeong villagers who have been craving then frustrated, the rocks were crying twisting their bodies.
The rocks were crying twisting their bodies.
The rocks that were lined up in long length and sea, hugging each other, were crying bitterly.
Even the wind cried with sound and every living creature who was breathing there was bitterly crying.
And I cried bitterly, too.
The rocks cried louder than cow’s.
The rocks cried bitterly recalling their existence that has changed into the molten for one hundred million years.
They cried bitterly.
Nov. 9, 2010
Jeju Island, South Korea
by Minsung's dad, a Gangjeong villager
I went to the Joongduk Sea around the dawn.
Several fishing boats were still lighting up on the horizon beyond the Beom Island.
As soon as the Sun rises up, the lights of the fishing boats began to disapear from my eyes.
The sea raised up water fog.
The Sun began to slowly, very slowly brighten the broad rocks of the Joongduk coast.
The rocks were to welcome the Sun stretching their arms.
I opened my eyes and looked at the sky and earth, too.
I saw the yellow flags standing here and there.
The struggle of the spurting grassroots. But I could not read even the letters since they were torn and worn out [by the strong winds in the Jeju Island].
As if they know or not the cry of the Gangjeong villagers who have been craving then frustrated, the rocks were crying twisting their bodies.
The rocks were crying twisting their bodies.
The rocks that were lined up in long length and sea, hugging each other, were crying bitterly.
Even the wind cried with sound and every living creature who was breathing there was bitterly crying.
And I cried bitterly, too.
The rocks cried louder than cow’s.
The rocks cried bitterly recalling their existence that has changed into the molten for one hundred million years.
They cried bitterly.
Nov. 9, 2010
Jeju Island, South Korea
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