she says i am always running away
she asks the same question about what is really the matter?
is there a problem? she asks herself such a very easy question but
which of course has remain unanswered
perhaps because she knows the answer but decides not to tell me
or perhaps i know that she knows but i prefer to have it posed in the
most beautiful face of silence
a blank canvass is itself so beautiful that sometimes the painter
upon contemplation for days decides not to put any color
because it seems to say more than what it is
and to say it flatly like the truth that it is
why i am running away? i change it to, why i am enjoying this fun of having to run away
from nothing actually
because to run away is, after all, the nature of man
obviously, the very reason why feet are put
why these feet have flexible and strong cartilages
stoic bones,
thick skin underneath to the envy of the lips
friends of rock and sands and very long trails
perhaps there are no need for reasons to explain the joys
of having to run away
from nothing at all, yes, from nothing at all
because no one is chasing you
because the shadow is always there faithful to every running away
against the sun and moon
under their guidance putting the maps of the earth
uncertain
true, exciting, endless
eternal search
for nothing at all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Negros and not whites kawawa, and because of this they will revolt. I shiver and shiver from fear and hunger because I just landed from Tokyo.