early this morning
when you wake up you tell
me about
a dream: that you were naked
walking along the river
and you ran and later on
plunged yourself on a very
clear water
you fear that this dream
must have warned you about
an incoming
poverty, everything that
keeps you warm is
taken away
will i be broke? you ask
as i see it
it is not that way:
to run naked is to be
honest
you have stripped yourself
of all lies
and in all honesty
with nothing to hide
you plunged yourself
in the clear river of life
and i must tell you
that it must have made
you feel
good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem