i am a vampire who cannot read your mind
if speak you must
why not speak the cleanliness of an important street in the city?
the orderliness of a traffic jam
the flow of a river without the usual garbage
why not be as simple as a dove flying on its pure white wings?
if must you be slow
follow the ant towards its empire of sand
take things at a time
word after word, syllable after syllable
show me the facade of an old spanish church
on the pile of limestone
stepping slowly to the door of the sky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice...I suppose it's for me