The darkness holds each of us tight
in darkness we are being cradled
held close like in the tender arms of a lover
or maybe the arms of our mothers, long ago
Darkness, velvety darkness, both lovely and lethal
maybe here forever, staying unchangeable
makes me believe in a black laced universe
a wall made of black laces to keep us apart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem