What a terrible burn! – I hope the scar
disappears before Rudi’s return, what
made me think I could switch on the
light while holding a scalding warm pot?
Stupidity, a big, real oval on my arm, can’t
hide it easily, Rudi’s sure to see it – he will
scold about my carelessness, pressing my
arm against the pot to hold it, the pot so very
hot – how silly of me! He’s always warning
against unthinking deeds, and he was right,
oh, but I wish I could magic it away, I don’t
want him to see he was right!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem