Each world an echo
Restarted from the cacophony of the viaducts:
In time, there are tears
Even from the mountains
And men resurrected who
Only a little while ago
Were sleeping in their cars,
And as the world melted,
Forgetting its different species,
I had time enough to turn on the light
Of my room,
Though I remained too frightened
To look outside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem