Where is my respite
from myself and from me?
And why do I write
when I don't want to see -
What makes me hurt
What makes me cry
What makes me want
to curl up and die?
(Itajaí - 12 May,2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another strong poem, I'm sensing a break-through here....keep it up....