you are
right about the need to be alone again
after that early departure
the blanket lies flat on the floor like a dead body
your eyes are nailed at the ceiling
and light is just too glaring
then another story comes up again linking the
one which was cut shortly with another emptiness
like metallic chains
and here you are again
meeting yourself again in another telling
blocks of memories fall and begin to break on
the floor
like another engine breakdown and there you are
looking for people to push the car
hoping for an ignition for it to run again
as though nothing is wrong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem