When this poetry was published, I wrote:
This poetic collection was written by M.L.P. to bid the child she lost farewell.
May, 9
I try not to write decayed words to you
But piece by piece i break eternity apart
So i can send you a sign
Piece by piece i break my soul apart
I try not to write with words
that burn in flame
But piece by piece i break death apart
To find a cell from your memory
May, 27
This letter is not the last
you will still be there, little child
There, deep in the crevice
between world and abyss
There in deep consciousness
Between wound and blood
you will still be there, little child
Between the threshold of time that split in two
My existence
You and me
you will still be there as long as the "vain and false"
support the roots of this world
On top of the fierce night
Sweet angel
To the last knowledge
I am thankful for loving you
In death.
Η ποίηση αυτή κυκλοφόρησε το 1979