Walking the asphalt,

we are exhausted, pulling --


at the horizon.


Over het asfalt,Über den Asphalt
lopend trekken we doodmoe --laufend ziehen wir erschöpft --
aan de horizon.an dem Horizont.

Poem H3601
Amsterdam, 2022-12-04

the day rolls onto the street (Rozalie Hirs)
Poem "de dag rolt de straat op" (collection "Gestamelde woorden"), in 2017 included in the theatre piece "dreams of airs" as the second part, "golden vielleicht" ("maybe golden")
Collection: anp 
Keyword: Life: effort 
Tribute to: Hirs, Rozalie 
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