let the pillars be far
do not fuse them like a rope
for the space
has to be respected
in there the air comes
to cool
the room and to hold the
house firmly
above the ground
the arms of the furniture
spread
for the tired man to sleep
the floors are ready to
embrace
the births of kids
outside the trees are stretching hands
reaching the sky
let there always be space
that lovers need
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem