the free
thinker wants always to be left alone in the river of his thoughts
as he swims like a fish
inside the murky water
never wanted to be seen
lest it be caught
and be fried
at the end
for someone's dinner
whose face is as ordinary as a bridge
whose name
sounds like the most common street
of that unknown town
south of nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem