in that which moves
like life
always in gaping motion
is something quiet
and heavy
like life itself
is heavy For some
life becomes too light
and at once too heavy
and they step out of what happens
and stand there
shakily
ashamed
and don't know what to say
they have nothing to say
and therefore something must be said And they move forward
with steps light and straight as the wind
they move forward
and they stand there
heavy of themselves
in each other's light
while the shame
dissolves
and becomes as light as the dog's angel
And then the angel's wings open
and spread across them
And then it is said
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem