there there
there is that child that hides in one of the nooks of the kitchen
badly beaten
and crying in silence
for years he is hiding there
and everyone is disregarding him
justifying
he is one of those pasts
and pasts
shall be forgotten
there there
there is that child that keeps on crying silently
and endlessly for years
my attention is
always caught
saying
i am you and you are in me
do not pretend that the years have grown some callous skin in your hands
that you are hard
and impenetrable
i am your father my child
and you cannot just treat me like a shrug on a shoulder
like dandruff on your hair
like some
old uncut fingernails
think some more
for solutions
and if you find it
this trembling room shall stop trembling
your nightmares
finally gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem