It's raining
The water falls like
A million clear and bright pearls
Joined together
Like countless chains, free ones...
It reminds me
When I was younger
And the wind was grinding
With its fuming melody
And I was holding my white umbrella
So tight... It seemed it wanted to run away
I remember the smell of the wet things
It embraced me warmly
Like I had never been...
It's different now
My little umbrella flew
Like many things did...
One thing was sure:
There's a certain time
Where you can't be hugged no more
You must do it to others
Or you simply let yourself go...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem