Traveled searching for a land
Eve and Adam found love then.
Erikson found America by chance
or by yearning for a land,
as I am.
Yearning for something safe and sweet
I hope it doesn't come late.
The searching comes to an end.
It ought to find me
colonizing my empty chest,
and putting a ring on my left hand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem