In Victoria I always see fog
In the stubborn glass that always paints me
In Victoria I hardly have time
To even throw a glance at my hair.
I pass my hand very quickly
Over my half-naked-head
And instinctively
Focus on three hairs standing spiked.
Only in Victoria do I have some time
To see myself elegant
Only in Victoria am I deciphered
On the Zeiss sunglasses I expand to an elephant.
There thousands of movements are extinguished into standstill
The glance of my eyes remains frozen
Tiredness, upset and overexertion
Lost, half-asleep amid the clamour!
In Victoria I leave my signs everyday
Mornings, Afternoons, among the routine signals
I leave the space and enter disorder
Like a blade of straw in every season.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem, although i dont know you but as you wrote this personal poem..i just can imagine how your mind talk to us, a reader...then it is a good poetry coz it say all that awake imagination of daily soul living, even i am not knowing..Good poem!