III.
I am getting soppy today
as the paper house...
all stages which already happened
a long time ago this way for me
are coming to my mind it seems...
that fire and the crying of people
and this funeral which
walked along a street
it was already but so long ago
as if it was a fairy tale
but many years passed and many people
and I forgot about, what had been
then most important...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem