I came bursting open a proverb's belly
one afternoon of impending rain,
gasping like the salt that leaves the sea
fighting my exile from the dark eternity
of the dead and of gods
screaming against being hurled into
the loveless light of the living.
It was a difficult delivery,
recalls my mother, the labour was long.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem