Now as a guest from heaven,
I visit your country:
I have seen the vigil of the forest
and sleep in the fields.
Somewhere in the night horseshoes
have torn up the grass, and there
are cows breathing heavily in
a sleepy cowshed.
Now let me tell you sadly and
with tenderness of the
goose-watchman awake, and
the sleeping geese.
Of hands immersed in dog's wool,
grey hair - a grey dog - and
how towards six
the dawn is beginning.
Again tonight - I am alone in the night,
a homeless and sleepless nun !
Tonight I hold all the keys to this ?...
Surrealistic life...
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