The expansive building on the corner
of two city streets has some history.
It used to be a hotel in the past,
where you walked in through automatic doors
To reception, down halls of anticipation
to the friendly rooms on one side:
no room for second-guessing this time,
no need to either after a night's relaxation.
I am in the same building today,
but everything around me is different.
Receptionists are there for the clients
who are consulting mobile phones.
I have to wait, so I ask myself:
'Why are there so many sicknesses and diseases? '
'What negative forcecaused such distress,
in the girl who walked out in tears? '
- 17 October,2016.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Why are there so many sicknesses and diseases? ' 'What negative force causes such distress, in the girl who walked out in tears? ' the last line caught me especially, history written into the life of a hotel, the kaleidoscopic parade of faces passing through, personal journeys, travel joy morphs in time into transformation, entropy catches buildings places people in nets of time
You must be the only one who noticed this double-sided poem-one building with two different functions, of which there are many examples of course. Thanks again.