But we can't
avoid the dew
when evening falls-
thought is like a landing.
Again and again at
the same point,
being different.
What has changed
in the meantime
between a verse and
another, what can I
say of your
eyes?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It was an advice that my mother always said to me, to 'avoid the 'sereno'', to go out in the damp night air.