Yeah, I know...I am a poem freak, but when I read them I had to think of these two.
Written by Erich Fried and translated either by me or some friendly people on the internet :).
As I don't translate jobwise I can't give you a guarantee that everything is translated correctly. And now enjoy ^^
Abandoned room
In the room dust
tender on the windowpanes
calm dust
on the table
on the old pillow:
peachy fluff
which caresses
the caressing hand
which shows the sun
the way through the closed windows
To be tired
and not want to cry
and not
want to die
to have cried & to be already dead:
in the light dust
which shows...
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