When you posted this
picture of an exhausted man
walking on the road alone
they were worried
a friend of yours guessed
that you are going home
your sister does thinks
otherwise, there must be
something wrong
and i, who do not know
you much, a man of few
words, bathing always in
the silence of your
dispositions, actually
worries more
whatever happens, i
must agree, it is all
planned, and nothing is
wasted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem