i stand still knowing nothing about it,
'something big it´s coming'
the crowd it´s impatient, so am i.
'something huge it´s happening'
i stand up and try to see,
but there´s nothing there,
it just left with a big farewell.
everything leaves,
and i always stay....
i´m sick of farewells.
i´m alone now,
i´m waiting for if it comes back.
there´s a girl far away,
but i can still hear what she says:
'where it´s life mommy? '
she asked.
'it´s gonne, darling'
the mother said,
'now we´re death.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
strangely moving poem, Roberta, and I like it tres much.