From this hardship, I have indurred,
you are sure, I will find a way.
Remember that day when you said.
My light and my father you spoke of me,
as I, come home once again to you.
This time to close, black swans come near
beaks and bills and black webbed feet.
Mine is the silence of all the souls you left behind me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem