when you find yourself
in such a place
you imagine yourself
in the middle of the fire
the fire burns all day
you may not get charred
but you finally find your body
without nerves
you walk with them
and you feel that you have no more heart
that beats inside your
chest
why stay in that place for long?
inflicting death to the very pulse
of your arm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem