when you said you were coming
the men have already prepared the boats
and the women
their food for the kids
when the clouds drift away and
comes the darker ones
the roads have become deserted
and the city as silent
as a cemetery
nevertheless they know when you come and rage
and everything has prepared for the worst
trees fell last night
the boulevard cracked
and engines of cars drowned
and then the rains fall
all eyes stare forming images
that eventually do not come true
i sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem