I would like beginning again.
I might return my years
like worn feathers.
And I would go away
without my parents or relatives
along a road
recently opened for me.
I want to survive in other way.
I would cross the walls of life
with more simple powers.
The brightness of tears
would not dazzle me.
And I would learn that time
is a sterile dust of stars
it doesn't reach
the earth of joy.
I would convert in a shepherd
that knows about storms
and takes care
of angels and beasts
feelings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem