the talk of the town is like a river
it runs to the banks of the rivers of other towns
and fills in every openings along the way
it floods and does not ebb away
until it finds the sea with a very big mouth
and swallows everything
like a whale to all the
species of plankton
along the shores of time
there lies peace and cool sea breeze
and varieties of lovers once again
make their usual forbidden trysts
under those tall coconut trees.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem