i have storms within my head
some thoughts are flown away and i am left with this usual emptiness
that scares me no more
must i tell you about it? i won't
i know that you too have tornadoes inside your guts
and i may prolong it with my own agonies
to each his own, to suffer and then to be redeemed again
by the strength of our silence
when the calm day comes when we all walk with dignities intact
perhaps we shall meet each other with a smile
we sit upon a chair beside a round table facing the far horizon
and we tell ourselves, 'oh we have traveled this far
and we know we are still doing well'
and then we sip our hot coffees and partake with our cookies
over a very cold evening.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem