THOSE TIMES OF HAVING NOTHING TO DO
Those times of having nothing to do
Those times of one’s own meaninglessness
Those times when Time itself – an unending stretch of emptiness
Those times when one must somehow find the way
To dare one small step
Another small step
Step after step
Out the door
In order to be shocked by a whole other world
In which the burden of what one is and is not
Is if only for some moments
Not at the center
Of one’s consciousness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem