there is a time when you feel the coming
of the end of time,
mind you, i may be subjective
too subjective on this,
i may ask you to pause for a little
understanding
like: we go naked in bed and i do not feel anything
and you sleep soundly and the rain comes in
through a half-open window and i do not close it
but i open the door and naked
still i go outside the yard
and it is too cold and i let the rain fall throughout my body
and i know it is very cold at this hour of
the night
but as i am telling you
when you feel the coming of the end of time
you disregard cold
and warmth and yes that is it:
you feel nothing anymore
at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem