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Donnerstag, 21. Februar 2013

Alone


To be always visible – to live
in a swarm of eyes -
a special expression must develop.
Face coated with clay.

 The murmuring rises and falls
while they divide up among themselves
the sky, the shadows, the sand grains.

 I must be alone
ten minutes in the morning
and ten minutes in the evening.
- Without a programme.

Everyone is queuing at everyone’s door.

Many.

One.

(Tomas Tranströmer)