[The page is torn, that‘s why the poem is incomplete.]
[…]
Where do I find […]?
My heart beats with anticipation,
Somewhere I will be housed,
So without any farewell pain
I will leave,
The Gold Banana Building soon,
I won‘t hear anymore the nagging talk
Of the wicked Diva woman.
Let the food be less,
Is the landlady normal,
Then I am already super-
Happy, wherever I wander.
I will never forget the time,
That I spent here,
For over two years I have sat
In your shadow, day and night.
[…]
Post-Editing: Sylvia Stawski, Ernst Sittig
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