A shadow on the balcony makes it difficult to rest,
an ancient shadow still fustigates the path today,
someone calls, the voice comes without a voice,
today, someone calls, the voice comes without a voice,
they say it's not possible for lightning to strike twice
in the same place,
to be the same shadow, already with more contours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem