hanne lydia
 

 

 

Being mistaken

 

 

 

I thought

I had come

home

that time

in Barcelona

do you remember the borrowed room, a bed, a desk, the toilet

was

broken, sunlight, mid-morning and

the book by Pablo Neruda so s

trong

was the feeling

of having met

you said

what animal am I?

and I was supposed to guess, but was mistaken t

he certainty of having walked down the right street

and come home

was so

great

that I

was

wrong

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HLOK 2011

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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