crazy, this is crazy
you fill the cabinet with all figurines
Buddha, and Jesus and Mary
and horsemen and soldiers
and nude women and men
and dolls and puppets
and marionettes and
still the harrowing silence
reigns, no one talks, no one
tells you what to do,
you pray, you talk to yourself
you go away and no one holds
you to stay.
empty everything, find yourself
a little space where you
can be yourself, just a little
space like the hole of a rat
whose happy with his morsel
of bread his tiny chunk of cheese
under the light of the moon
and the hush of the night wind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing like that quiet corner.