i ask you
how you feel,
you say, it is a house
made of stones.
the portal is too
crowded with stones.
on the window is
a flower, a red one,
with dew
the day is very hot.
all the dwellers go to the
sea.
on the hilltop
the air blows soothingly
the town is feeling
the misery.
thus, the feeling is
the same.
a tiny town, without
dwellers.
a blue sea, and a blowing
wind.
all the bathers are
wearing sunglasses
staring at the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem