I have collected
words
since I was born
fascinated by their
power
uniqueness.
I'd like to donate
words,
excessively used,
eventually broken,
some without sense,
so they could fill
an empty silence
some wounded,
mutilated,
so they could fit
in the Procrustes' bed
of a text message
or a Facebook 'share',
some without soul,
so they'd be fit
to lie.
Their letters could be
reused
for different purposes
and arrangements.
I have collected
words
since I was born
fascinated by their
power
uniqueness
I believed
in their fate.
But I woke up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem