Blind soldiers want to
take my eyes, I run away --
and become nameless.
Blinde soldaten
Blinde Soldaten
willen mijn ogen, ik vlucht --
wollen Augen, ich flüchte --
en verlies mijn naam.
werde namenlos.
Poem S1547
Amsterdam, 2022-10-23
On the way here (Jila Mossaed)
Poem "På väg hit" (collection "Månen och den eviga kon")
Collection
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Being my own museum
Keyword
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Power: compulsion / violence
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Mossaed, Jila
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