I said to my sister when our mother died:
Well, now we are orphans!
My sister then was seventy-three and I a little younger.

Since that time some years ago
I’ve often dreamt of being lost in a great city
and calling home (my childhood home) on the telephone
and saying: I’ll be there soon — don’t worry.

When I awaken
I plead with the one who orchestrates my dreams:
Please not this afternoon —
I’m in no hurry!

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