Nothing has been written today
And nothing was written yesterday
And nothing the day before
And against nothing now I am writing these lines
But they are not much more than nothing
Nothing is my writing
And nothing is me
Nothing nothing
In Eternity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Actually, a poem of great sensitivity to the resting place of all. One of your best. Thank you Shalom. Robert