Thirst
I know what it is like.
how I felt it
in that street -where standing
in front of a door, they said:
"We know nothing"
And that coming and going,
as usual,
but with that thirst1
A quenchless thirst,
for water.
A clogging thirst that dried up
one's mouth
one day after another.
How many times
had I heard those words that,
on considering them,
seemed to me empty.
Thirst,
I imagined being for water
And now I can say that
this other kind of thirst
so deep and demanding
is also for water
Translated by the author
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice