I walk in the middle of the solitude
trying to reach a hope.
But many times the world is like
the grays rays of the clouds.
I am just waiting some black bird
comes and call me at the end of
this mysterious winter.
I will be ready to go anyway the
destination requires.
You know,
I am just a distant shadow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem