the words have taken you away from a place
and you explore all the other possibilities of your being
'this could be the place you are looking for' says the exotic,
you wonder how silent you have become in the letters you write
in the wind
you have become a listener of its own sorrow
and then you remember the room where you live
the floor and the dirty mat
and you ask the wind to take you back to the place
where you belong
but it is not there anymore. The place must have changed
you theorize
you touch a pole, you caress the wall
you invent another room and here i am you tell yourself
i am still myself no matter what
they say when you write a story you become many persons
you create a password
inorder not to be lost in your inventions
you cannot be another glittering diamond
multifaceted, and belonging to no one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem