Future Generations (Translation of (Bertolt Brecht Poems)
I confess this:I have no hope.The blind talk about an escape.I see.When the errors are consumedThe nothing will sit next ...
I confess this:I have no hope.The blind talk about an escape.I see.When the errors are consumedThe nothing will sit next ...
We embrace. Rich cloth under my fingers While yours touch poor fabric. A quick embrace You were invited for dinner ...
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