It is difficult to make
poems in time and space.
The words come very late.
First you are alone.
The river comes back and the thoughts
freeze. Only unbearable pain opens the door.
Listen to Beethovan
for virgin prayers. This ignites the
blaze to burn the blackboard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unbearable pain opens the door... liked the personification