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UNCERTAINTY, WHAT CAN I DO AND SAY?
What day is it today? If I ask such an easy question
it is possible that the disease arrived slowly
and I didn't detect her, I didn't hear her subtle warnings,
your interference with my good mood, not
I was inattentive to my own hours
from now on, and even more at yesterday's time.
I am doomed, none of the mimesis
of which I am capable have the shape of this uncertainty.
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LINGUEE. Deutschland.
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