i received your text
' you and your family
is in the airport waiting
for the flight back home'
'sorry, we were not able
to talk last night, we could
have discussed the future of
Pluto.' a braggart.
in my state now, a graduate of
grief, i do not really care.
To every event, whatever that is,
be it your death or resurrection,
i am not really interested.
i heard the same statement from
my wife. She is also not interested.
Hell is other people. They have
become walls where i bang my car,
my head, my existence.
I am not interested anymore about
death, or the death of other people.
The death of loved ones already
occurred many times, and i am actually
numb, for all these nonsense.
Goodbye, take care. If your plane crashes,
let me say, oh, i am sorry. Death as
usual is a big surprise, preemptively.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem