Someone reminds us
about our shadows on the wall someone hears the music but no one is dancing
someone remembers what we were when we were still small where no one minds
where no one takes us seriously like a nail to the hammer
someone hides away from us and leaves a note that he is collecting shells
and gathering leaves
someone misses us so badly but we are drinking to the noise and dancing to the
beat of sticks and belts
we don't remember that someone anymore
his name does not sound like the names our parents gave us
yes we forget because we do not agree about how life should be spent
in a closed container
someone says he is contained and soon shall be exploding
like what we have been keeping too inside our minds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem