Walking the asphalt,

we are exhausted, pulling --


at the horizon.


Over het asfaltÜber den Asphalt
lopend trekken we doodmoe --laufend ziehen wir erschöpft --

aan de horizon.an dem Horizont.

Poem H3601
Amsterdam, 2022-12-04
the day rolls onto the street (Rozalie Hirs) - 2012
Poem "de dag rolt de straat op" (collection "Gestamelde woorden"), in 2017 included in the theatre piece "dreams of airs" as the second part, "golden vielleicht" ("maybe golden")
Collection: org ANP ark 
Keyword: Life: effort, burden 
Tribute to: Hirs, Rozalie 
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