i speak because something is missing.
i let you know.
i speak again because there is this
feeling of emptiness
something does not satisfy no matter what
color what shape
what it does
i touch it but it is only its image
someone touches it and he turns into stone
a curse and many people who see him
thinks that he should be stoned to death
even if he
had long become a stone
in the middle of the road
that no one
bothers to call a stone
or mind
if it is still a stone
hard and
broken
this is the thirst the hunger
that any present cannot fill
if you look into my eyes do not be shocked
i also find you there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem