there are places
where we are not supposed to be
but we found ourselves there
stuck like a nail,
(and there is no hammer)
there are situations where we
speak so loudly
complaining, but we are never heard
where we dance
but we are not really happy
where we have more than enough
but which we just keep
(our throats are like boats
with leaks)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem