it was close the old house
our place where we escaped
as children in order
to disappear there in bushes
before the too strong sun
edge of the forest, covered with
grass and dense bushes
covers the hiding place, in which
We felt perfectly
away from the world of adults.
around us ants walked, beetles
and other insects hung
which caused unexpected
shiver to very their,
we came back hearing calling parents
around us ants walked, beetles
and other insects hung, and it
caused unexpected shiver.
on it view. we came back
hearing calling parents.
in order to wash oneself, to eat
and to stay in adults' house, which
understood and no, our small world,
smelling of the weed, grass,
and the of earth dug by the dog.
I smell this smell the same as sucking
in the empty stomach and the fullness
after eating the too lavish meal
because it was a place, which I recall.
it accidentally is pushing as the image,
remembered once and for all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem