the unexpected sometimes
happen
fragile glasses did not break
under extreme
pressure
those that we think
are solid enough finally
liquefied
the hottest air did not
make the balloon
fly away
sometimes we are wrong
whom we hate most
finally are those
who really love us
best
those with whom we trust
our love,
life, even the future that is the
only one left
since then
have betrayed us
some paths that we tread upon
where we draw
some dreams of heaven
the least we expected
brought us
perdition
so what is the point?
see what is there
do not adulterate it with what
you think of the
past
empty yourself
and fill in
what is raw and true
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem