jan SEVEN dettwyler - Lisa
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rain pours down on the small cottage in the forrest
wind rattles the windows
three rooms, a kitchen and a garden with potatoes and carrots
in the morning lisa awakens in a scent of yesterday's meal
does anybody wonder how does lisa feel

Ref:
Why is Lisa so alone, i don't know

the steam of the bread rise up from the small chimney
lisa has pale thin skin, black hair
a brown, knee-length dress covers her tired and meek body
the worn fingers are black from the oven
and the palms are withered by the garden
does anybody wonder how does lisa feel

Why is Lisa...

lisa cooks, cleans, potters around, sleeps and cries
nobody knows she exists, only the wind enters her house
lisa is alone, must that be or where does one belong in lisa's world?

Why is Lisa...