Each and every thing cuts wounds,
and neither of us has forgiven the other.
Hurting like you and hurtful,
I lived towards you.
Every touch augments
the pure, the spiritual touch;
we experience it as we age,
turned into coldest silence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
- 'Bruderschaft': 'brotherhood', 'fratellanza'