being born
is magic
dying
is magic, too
we are like
the bunny rabbit
that a magician
makes disappear
with the wave
of a hand
that
is
magic
over us
a phantom
waves its hand
and we disappear
that
is
magic
but there
is no
applause
only silence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Then hear this, my hands clapping, breaking the silence.