'One would like to be a plaster on many wounds' is the title of a diary. Written by Etty Hillesum. A Dutch jewish woman. Murdered in 1943 by a regime that I call: 'from the devil and his trawants.'
Actually is the situation in the world horrible and many, many plasters are needed in this time. All over the world are screemers. Poetry is soft, but also needed.
