When you surrender visibility
To the hypnosis of the surrounding turmoil,
And give your fiber to the air
And to the waves,
And you are bounced like a beach ball
Between the rackets of jovial kids;
Then you forget your bones
Of a dinausor
Fossilized inside a hill,
Or below a rock,
Or under an unexcavated floor,
There a bitter nostalgia awaits latently
Like the spirit of patience
It would grip your entireness
And drag your breath to that forgotten place
Where your predecessors sleep...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There, where only the braves dare to go.