Naked of staff, rather laid off
like a wristwatch
I jump to the cockpit
without danger of scratch you
neither asking for anything impossible
I forgot to write down
the solemn departure lines
It's just one more flight
an excuse to look twice
in your Byzantine eyes
and not to be able nor know
how to say anything right nor superfluous
The propellers raise
There's enough air to take off
Good rendition of words insightfully brought forth. A well drafted poem that leaves one with an enigma to ponder. Thanks for sharing Rafa.
I think this write inspired during travelling maybe, I maybe wrong but it has sense of spontaneous to talk about stay and departure in life as well... Or maybe a simple goodbye? Good write :) welcome to poemhunter and share with us more work!
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I would like to translate this poem
wow propellers raise we all have ours on raise too wow poet lovely start give u