I, Ezzat Goushegir
I, Bertolt Brecht, am from the black forests.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
A Poem by
I don’t believe in god because I have never seen him
If he wanted me to believe in him
Undoubtedly he would come to speak to me
And he would come to speak to me
And he would come through my door
Saying to me: Here I am!
Alberto Caeiro (
From “The Keeper of Sheep”
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