it is a scary world
this earth trembles a bit
for every rotation
which somehow you do not feel
because also of your own diversions, like
building a new house, buying a red car,
kissing a girl mistaken as a daughter of yours
no malice, just for fun, like the way sometimes
you do not act like your age,
licking ice cream in a faraway place
like Turkey, like strolling along the banks of
the river in Venice,
or buying another pair of expensive shoes,
spending money on risky shares of stocks
taking the behavior of a rich man
who does not remember
death
we die everyday
it is the truth
but who cares? the hurt locker
take off every protective gear
unlock the bomb
cut the wires
take a deep breath
and say
to die is an honor
everybody dies anyway
live the days as though you
die next early hour
such a feeling
now comes this happy fact of acceptances
like a speech you prepared last night
pleasing to all
who still dislike the reality
of terror.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem