The monk goes about,
hard up, only the kit bag --
and a little hope.
De monnik trekt rond,
Der Mönch zieht herum,
blut, enkel de plunjezak --
abgebrannt, nur der Seesack --
en een beetje hoop.
und wenig Hoffnung.
Poem H3077
Egmond aan Zee, 2021-10-23
There are no distant places (Franco Faggiani)
Novel "Non esistono posti lontani"
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Life: course (on the way)
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Faggiani, Franco
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