Heading faster than ever towards the exit door, wanting to
hurry and get to safety quickly, no one needing to know why,
it's just for this being to know.
Sizing up situations, leaving telltale clues and remarks
upon tables filled with an honesty holding on for dear life,
not looking forward to being extricated at any moment in time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem