My soul craves
for silence, yet
it does not
come to me...
My mind seeks
for serenity, yet
it does not
occur to me …
My tired body yearns
for a rest, yet
it does not
happen to me …
Silence…
In all its forms
I want to possess
Maybe in eventual death
Such will finally come to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
to be alone is the final destiny...