he must talk
to divert the attention of his conscience
he has to laugh out loud
to forget what the past is constantly repeating
he has to sing and dance
to appease the anger of that silence
he has to walk away, run as fast as he can
pre-occupy his feet and arms with all the things about to be done
and say that always there are unfinished business
to convince death
that it has to wait more
that the days and nights will never be over....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem