Curtains opening onto life, revealing characters as if in
a play, filling many stages with unkind thoughts and deeds,
fighting always to stay alive and sit on top for a while.
There is always something being carried on or out, filling
senses and bringing about a hour of greatest need.
Falling into snares and traps, everyone finds some small
space in life to call their own.
Only to find later on that it must be shared.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem