to obtain finally your freedom with
words
unbound from their clasps
you must not mind
the claps that you all long to long
to hear
and yet too distant like the usual stars
at night
when you are alone standing high on a mountain
trying to reach
what you cannot take into your hands into your
house.
to be free is to be owned by nothing
to long for nothing and to write for nothing at all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem