I asked myself who iam.
I was looking for identity.
I felt the silent of my soul.
No answer.
I looked at the stars one by one.
They asked for identity too.
Beautiful...yes the stars are homeless or perhaps they feel at home whereever they are..i like your poem Wishing you a joyful evening Pia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For what my opinion is worth, Constantin, another excellent poem. Again the imagery is powerful. In your biographical clip you stated your uncertainty of identity, or unwillingness to define or limit your identity, and this desire for poetic freedom and license has again been expressed very well. If this is an underlining theme of your work, and you can maintain the powerful imagery, then you could produce a sustained work on this subject. Something I would enjoy to read. For what my opinion is worth. I'm only a writer like you. Best wishes.