A writing that withstands bad weather,
that can be read beneath sun or rain,
beneath howling or night,
beneath the nakedness of time.
A writing that withstands the infinite,
cracks that spread like pollen,
reading without the gods' pity,
the desert's illiterate reading.
A writing that resists
absolute bad weather.
A writing than can be read
even in death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem