All the seasons were suddenly in me.
All the words wished to bloom,
to rebuild,
all of a sudden
The Sun.
I was at the same time summer and autumn and winter and spring
All of a sudden, all of a sudden, all of a sudden.
All of a sudden he left.
I was begging him to come back,
to return me the words,
to return me the Words.
I did not have a thing anymore and
I was not used to be,
just to be.
I was begging you to come back, you, wind,
to let on my legs,
on my arms
words.
I was begging you
and shadows were prolonging to you.
I was robbed.
I remained without words.
Without being able to walk - without steps, without being able to speak - without words,
Without being able to cry - without tears
at the justice court.
I was robbed
and imitation was left
the only law of the world.
But these are other snow-falls and
other words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem