the rays of fevre had calmed down
in cold clouds
and rotate the sky
here and here
she sighed
then she had slept half
only a few rays were arched to the end
among the rocks
and seemed to be black lines
there was a voice
looking for her
but she snapped it out of her mind
she snapped it out of her mind
another voice
but she snapped it out of her mind
she was only waiting for him and no one else
the curtains fluttered, and the wind raced her forehead
others were looking for a princess that did not exist
that is why she does not even listen to them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem