the whole morning
i was listening
there is no need
to talk until silence
fills me, and i feel
so light, and i
float and i need an
anchor, yes, it is
our talk, that anchors
me back to the
ports of myself,
to the pillars of my
home, to the familiarity
of life, taking once
again, a little meaning,
a crash definition.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem