There's a bend
in the road ahead
cars and passersby
where move out of sight
I watch them go
at a time I feel like
I'm myself
fading away
it's nice
when they appear
suddenly out of nowhere
like the return
of a distant hope
cars of so many colors
humans
of so many colors
looking not very different
walking out of the bend
towards
somewhere in the end
or to move on like me
to see
how far you can move.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem