Where there once was a star in the mouth
today a black stone is visible
and the mystery is this despair
of the words that do not embody the poem
when man is no longer home
or enough warm clothing for the cold
which circulates in the air like blood.
Where hope once hid
now we see the bread of death
the tongue reaches the ancient salt
on the beach where you forget without rest
water grabs you by the hands
wash your face
and I forever cry
the whole sea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem