Fast walk to the library, face as red
as my T-shirt the librarian says, a
sleepy heroine, after she attended a
Spanish play (she is in Spain at the
moment) listened to music in the com-
pany of a strict disciplinarian planning
on teaching her culture and manners
She falls asleep and dreams of a hero
who accepts her as she is – I cannot
concentrate on life today, escaping
from being me and living my life, not
creating alternatives, simply stopping
the way I exist, leaving myself as an
empty shell, floating on nothingness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Shackels can hinder education