I am alone
Outside of my house
A wind is blowing from the harbour
It comes in tow with a biting cold breeze
A pile of rubbish burns
Like puffs of cannon smoke
The neighborhood is engulfed
In the thick smoke, the wind and the cold
It seems like snow in winter
Except that the smoke rises
And smells and chokes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem