and nothing comes to mind
without the reason and shoes
we'll walk our heaven and hell
like dogs for the morn eve walk
just to see what's behind the corner
perhaps uncover the stone on the grass
read some news from out of the tomb
and shoe-less tear apart and pass
and nothing comes to mind
without the reason and shoes
we'll buy a a pair for a delicate step
let the dogs bark let's run down the street
only to cross to the other side
and leave nothing behind
of any value but a stolen breath
when lost and found we reconcile
to live forever and die for a while
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this...the way it turns in on itself, its sound...