someday i shall understand
why old people wake up at 3 a.m.
and do nothing but wait
why someone travels in a very far place
and arriving there decides not to remember
why a glass of water is put on a table
in the middle of a garden not drinking it
someday i shall understand why thinking
must stop
why the faces of children do not make me
write anymore
on that day i do not bother about myself
about you....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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