I always thought reality
was something you became
when you grew up.
In the square stands Fata Morgana
looking tired, shouting
Morning paper — morning paper
(translated from the Danish by Susanna Nied)
I always thought reality
was something you became
when you grew up.
In the square stands Fata Morgana
looking tired, shouting
Morning paper — morning paper
(translated from the Danish by Susanna Nied)
panache, perhaps 