you will see professional people
that is doing their duty,
some that kisses each other goodbye, some who pray
to the God that they do serve
and there are things
that a person cannot express verbally, like the small happiness
that a single rose does sometimes bring,
the suffering of others that goes down to the soul,
that people do at times shake hands without being invited
that a parent does radiate
while being proud at the birth of a new child,
where you do see a smoking man coughing up blood
and a nurse does try and get him through the night
without getting any recognition for it, as if she is an angel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem