I said Mirka, Mirka, Mirka

life is like a feather

in the wind


There are difficult times, there are beautiful times

and anyway

you almost always

go everywhere on foot


And if you sit down, or lie down

you wake up, then you sleep again, and then you say

life is like a feather in the wind


Then Mirka whispered to me

that as far as the feather’s concerned

that people often say it like this

in such a boring way

but she feels it in the same way

when she feels bad

all washed up, as you say


As if a strange wind

was carrying her somewhere with the cloud of feathers

and into a match box

she sometimes feels like hiding

and just locking herself in

and somehow living there till the end of her days.

I fell silent for a time

thought about it

and then I simply said:


There are difficult times, there are beautiful times

and anyway you almost always

go everywhere on foot



Mirka then got up

looked at me a while

was silent and stared, stared and was silent

and then went home

on foot

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