There can be days
that leave you
lying on the strand
a piece of wood
a body motionless
where freedom lost
freedom regained
and overgained
you are not there
you're washed
by water salty cold
does not congeal
no way but sand
and silence
and the strand
where you are
stranded.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem