to write and write
to become a writer thus
even in these quarantine times
i still keep on writing,
poetic or not, i keep on writing.
as though i am chasing viruses for me to see
in my imagination.
i stay put and keep writing despite
the fact that there is no one reading.
i write and listen to the daemon of paganini
not minding at all the teller of the story.
one plays the violin imitating the songs of birds,
the chirping and the sound of flying.
to write and then to be written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem