The wandering salesman
He had no language of his own.
All were his. None was his.
I didn't see him for years.
Then, he appeared in the Ghetto.
He said: my child is dead.
He took with him all the tongues I knew.
I sell now my silences.
Background:
He had no language of his own.
All were his. None was his.
I didn't see him for years.
Then, he appeared in the Ghetto.
He said: my child is dead.
He took with him all the tongues I knew.
I sell now my silences.
Background: