i think you are lost,
living in that alien country
that refuses to
acknowledge your presence
home is crying to have you
dying to embrace you
happy of the thought that soon his son shall come back
and be in her skirt again
you are lost, indeed,
you are crying, so bad that you cannot see the world because of your tears
you are sad and indisposed
everything is wrong with you now
the surroundings want you ousted
they like to throw you out of their fences
but you are doing nothing about it.
so? good luck, take care, and well,
be good always
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem