at the end you arrive
and what you need is only a
bed to rest
then you change what you need
is only sleep, even without a bed,
a pillow,
even without a house, even without
any place where you can lay your body
to rest
it is the dark unconsciousness which
you needed badly
where you do not think anymore where
everything turns blank or even if you do
not know it, clouds of blue, sounds of
sea breeze, sights of sail boats on the
wide seas, cliffs and silence, but just the
same, on the present state, there are no
more cares, no nothing now, just the fullness
of being empty not even wanting to be full.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem