i’m certainly no poet but here are two poems i wrote, which i’d like to preserve. The first is about my Finnish friend Minna, who was my eldest sister in my last life. The second is about a Bosche girl who, i think, was another sister from back then.

1.

perhaps you were born in the snow

and lost

and so never learnt the art of summer

the quiet ways of pleasure

.

2.

oh frowning black cat

my worrier, my anxious one

my kindly vampire

in love with the sun

And a translation of the first poem, by the frowning black cat herself:

vielleicht wurdest du im schnee geboren

und verloren

und lerntest drum nie des sommers kunst

die stillen wege der wonne

i feel they all belong together.

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