How difficult is it to really communicate at this time of the Internet, google, gps, facebook, twiier and tiktok? Are poems suitable for that? Written long ago, unnamed found on the Internet.

I don't live anywhere
in a small village
No one comes to visit me
I'm standing by the stove in the glowing coals
To stare an old man comes before the window passes
he inserts the city tax bill
the mailbox
communication is what you call


The cat jumps straight
I hesitate for a moment
Hear the daily pressure of music in my ears
sound without history
everything gets an invisible name for a moment


The visit of my parents
mother's father disturb the silence
they eat with the whole grain bread
break the homemade bread
Communion is what you call it
by my name I call my own face
and my wife a name that's kind of hard in my mouth
listens
she does so busy trotting back and forth
She is near me


I who
every day the ritual does the worship of the earth
dives under
the heavy divinely pleasurable spirit
in a house with in mind the certainty
the only real world of the winds
to find


A moment further
the houses act in a closed world
the human world for streets
at the end there's a clockwork
stand still
time has become eternity


I walk in warmth through the street
authorities behind glass shift paper forms
and behind the local counter of the post
a really weighty woman is waiting for
her myocardial infarction
the post secures its pension
but despite this, the pastry audience writes
further out the deposit bulletins
on the hope of dying in bed with
a smile on the lips and closed eyes
As if she sleeps, her uncle


Murderous moments
come out of my eyes crawled
arglist just for a moment
it's going to pass and
eventually there can be another little chick
of good-luck conquer the heart
grief becomes slimming happiness

I don't live anywhere