Telephone
:
Mama
is dying, I can't go there --
walk around on tears.
Telefoon
:
mama
Telefon
:
Mama
gaat dood, ik kan er niet heen --
stirbt, ich kann nicht zu ihr, geh --
loop rond op tranen.
auf Tränen herum.
Poem S1549
Amsterdam, 2022-10-26
In the evening the phone rings (Jila Mossaed)
Poem "På kvällen ringer telefonen" (collection "Varje natt kysser jag markens fötter")
Collection
:
VacantVoid
Keyword
:
Death: dying
Tribute to
:
Mossaed, Jila
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