that morning when
we were watching the
sun rising from
the horizon
the white seagulls
arrived and like a
swarm of bees
dive into the surface
of tiny waves and
we who are not that
strangers to each other
know fully well
that they are there
because of those
fish, their prey
and this is what it
is all about it:
everyone comes for
a reason, either to
eat or be eaten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem