for soon the style they believe in
goes out of the window and breaks itself
on the glassy ground
do not worry
everything is in a flux
there is nothing that lasts
forever
listen, your inner self has a voice
you do not see where its mouth is
but it is speaking
listen carefully, speak to the rhythm of its
uniqueness
take pride in its cadence
rock yourself
put them all to a written piece
if you have these strong fingers
write it on the stone-faced slab
rest for a while
and let history be your noble judge....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem