outside is the silence of the crocodile
in the river of life
ready to eat the one who shouts he is free
inside is the howling dog
day and night
seeing ghosts and strangers
does it really matter then
whether this being is outside or inside the circle of life
you call it a merry-go-round
as though this world is a carnival
in truth it isn't
i am not talking about love
the love that burns and then fades out
i am not talking about society
the rules of acceptability
it is something else
it is greater i know it is greater that what you usually think
it is inside the circle of my heart
inside this body
you know it i know it
but we can never tell
it does not really matter now
the sea is calm tonight
you are beside me
i touch your face
and we are not talking anymore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem