ONE Day
the wise man plays the role of a fool
in the market place
he meets the wise man
of the town
he pays homage to his
black cap
the mark of the wise man
in that little
town far away from
civilization
he bows to him
and does not utter a word
the wise man
signals him to stop
and he looks at him
direct to his eyes
like a comet
shooting the blackness
of space
and the wise man kisses
his hand
bows down to him
and hands his right hand to him
for a handshake
obviously the eyes of the birds
of the same feathers
understand their
chosen silences
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem