You arrived as if you didn't arrive
like someone who was still tied to the origins
but you came to the voracious mouth, roots
in the shade, the crown of your genealogy back there,
but intuition soon said something about the walls
invisible, yellow hugs and smiles
like hepatitis or sulfur, but you were already
in the swirl of carnations and thorns.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem