the mind is engrossed in thought
the word is embossed in the skin
the tattoo speaks to you
and you ignore what is too obvious
and immobile
at the beach
i pass you by
and you take a slight look
which i surely will not mind
then we face what is beside us
we hold the hand that feed us
we live in the house
where love is another stranger
that does not know
us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem