5-7-5 Compressed Birds Ifless
Pumice Rain Loves Pencil&

Vorige Volgende
Streamo (Flowing)

I know too many people, seriously
I am very, very busy

calling them and having tea together
it can not be done, my day

is too short and life is sand
leaking out of my hand

Of course, I must not clench
it is only an illusion

hiding that I am lying
in the body of the earth

breathing in her lungs
and eating in her belly

flowing in her existence
with my love, my lover and my friends

together, wherever we are
at the same time fully conscious

that the weeks are running through the years
and the years through our lives
Amsterdam, November 29th, 2018
Poem 1945
Translation of poem 1940. Stromae (Meestroom) (November 28th, 2018)

For Maria Godschalk
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