i laugh since i broke a wall and i smile because finally i am free
and yet when i try to smile anew i find myself inside another wall again.
i break another wall again and again and again
but the walls keep walling me like i am its lover.
and finally i give up, i feel the walls too loving and caring for me.
and then i care for the walls and learn to love each corner
its thickness its soundless world
and then i tell the house where the walls are growing healthily,
i am glad about walls. They keep me secure. And then finally i said it for once.
the walls love me. and i love the walls since then.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is what the Mexicans feel