he chokes light to kill it
he stirs the water so that he cannot
see the shame of his face
the wind despite the slaps
he cannot despise
the light that constantly chases him
now he blocks by closing the window
outside the rains fall heavily
the banana shrubs and the
guava leaves
the grasses of the plains
rejoice
on a mood of worship for
all these things
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem