When the time comes I will drag with me
the papers
that I have prepared for the meeting.
The boats go up and down slow in the mooring.
And
my Residence of the Human is turning to
Residence of the Cemetery.
Time is pressing
Time is pressing
Around litters of newspapers and old news
passe'
And
I wait at the table the home coming of the meeting.
When the time comes I will drag with me
the papers
that I have prepared for the meeting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem