My brother, mother and I are in our Volvo.
We are on route 9, sliding down-
I am 8 years old,
my brother is 10
God, he seems so old
no-one-will-see-me-I-will-disappear.No-one-has-talked-to-me-in-8-minutes. Does-it-mean-that-I-am-gone? I- hold-my-breath-and-no-one-can-hear-me, no-one-can-see-me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem