Road or life on foot

Translated by Arno Bohlmeijer

Searching the world and clothes are hurting on our skin, we can fall ill, or a shield comes off our soul, and no one knows that we’re going.

Pebbles, rocks, gems are signs on the way here, where the track seems gone; they’re bread and water in words, and the steps will be found as we tread.

If we trip over a brick and break a leg, we’ll wear a cast and stay close to ourselves, but when we love this land that is out of bounds? Then we’ll wait in a ditch or a cave and hold our breaths, until another time has passed and something brand new is at hand.