She never saw before
a frozen lake
but it should be on your mind...
as a thing icy
lost in the white
and with a hole
in the middle
with an external perfect diameter
and a liquid, dark and gelid
running out
Maybe, if you are a luck man
you will meet
on that all whiteness
a forlorn fisherman
and being more fortunate
a white bear
with all graces of one haven
She never saw before a white bear
but it should be, in your mind
as a thing icy
lost in the white
and has a hole
in the middle
with an external perfect diameter
and a liquid, dark and gelid
running out
And if you have luck
you should don’t see the bear
just the lonely fisherman
if God really look at you
you’ll never see who kills who
this work is amazing. the stories of fisherman and forgotten faces, forgotten and pure guys and people who have been forgotten during this life. nice sense of poetry well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I won't comment upon God looking at one, since that is not possible.