Her smile when she cries,
Nobody realizes whether it's a smile or a cry?
Along with her lost identity she was searching around.
At least if exists a relative or a known person in the Necropolis?
All were gone; cruelty only remains
She was looking her missing ones.
No names but mass of graves.
She saw only her black shadow is dancing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite simply a work of art. Your powerful last line resonates. Warm regards, Sandra