[red.]: Dit gedicht is eerder verschenen in de Interpres (juni 2024).
It smelled like summer rain in February when I was walking through Pompei, And I couldn't understand how such a tragedy could happen, And I couldn't comprehend the fear and sadness they must have felt. I now see the shape of those people in escape, And I can't understand how time can be preserved, I can't comprehend how the ashes must have felt. Will the misery have stopped when the Vesuvius erupted, And I won't be able to understand how grass can grow on their graves, I won’t be able to comprehend how plants can bloom in the colour of that sky.
