the waves are bigger than my dreams
i sit on the sandy shore waiting
you come like a shadow of an afternoon Sunday
broad and firm and strong as you claim yourself
in a name carved in stone
it is late and i am weak
you run to the sea and plunge yourself
you wave your hand before that
i am looking at the horizon
and then the sunset completes itself
with your silence
in that single splash
i think it is horrible but on the other hand
it is divine
i cannot remember how that Sunday ends
i will again say it ends with the splash and then the edifying silence
let me stop and think awhile, a moment of silence
how can i tell you that there is this deleted version of the story
in trembling i arrive home and then i scream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem