a routine for boredom
at 4 o 'clock in the afternoon
she goes to the city
to buy something that must distract
her attention
in this messy hours of the day
when all things simply look the same
indistinguishable
two parts have become too distinct
one part needs a name
the other stays unknown
to keep life interesting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem