you have taken this
non-stop train to poetry
at a certain destination
you embark just to feel the
rail and touch the soil but
then the train runs again
and you are still in
the destination is unknown
the journey is endless
and what is riding is not just the body
but the whole soul.
this is your poetic damnation.
feel the grace, keep this place,
always, always in locomotion
there are no wings, but you take flight
there is not much food, but you live forever
there is no money, but man, you are rich....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem