tall trees, are giving their shadows off today,
far from oneself. clouds, exceptionally
look portentous. heavily are hanging above us.
the sun somewhere slipped, but there is no rain.
and the evening is closing eyes of the day.
the morning will slowly open them and then,
there will be other day.it perhaps the same,
or more beautiful, other, new, carrying hope.
it is essential for the man to the life.
there will be a good day tomorrow for all
men of goodwill. giving the good, it is for
oneself the most, it is beautiful present.
not everyone can afford it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem