perhaps you see that we have
many things in common
something is twisted and yet
so beautiful still to follow
white hair when all the hair
becomes white reminds us about
the snow of our lonely imaginations
something cold and haunting
something pains us but redeems us
sometimes all the paradox explains
this doubt clarifies what has been
too disturbing and it is in the middle
of so much noise that we appreciate
the tiny silence of our hearts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem