another day has passed, time passes:
another day, of clouds and sunshine and darkness and shadows;
a day of cool air, lights and colors and temperatures;
another day in human hours, another day of routine and surprises
a day of food and work, and worries and concerns and thoughts
another sinking into the depths of the mind;
another day passes
and a sense of four steps forwards
and three back;
time passes, another day passes;
and one retires to bed, withdrawing like a tired child
to whom the world fades for a few hours
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem