and then it was the end
Alma did not talk anymore
something thorny hits
his throat as if what i said
was a kind of bone
of a deadly fish
something like about a plan
that cannot push through
a ship that cannot arrive
and she be there on the port
lonely again
while waiting for someone
someone who exists
only in her mind
but which gives her hope just the same
poor Alma
sorrowful soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem