they let you in and you feel a little bit elated
it is their party
and they offer you a drink and you like it
they tell you stories and you like them
and then they ask about you
all about you
not just your name not just the place of your birth
not just the name of your parents
but about
what you do and how much do you earn
if you have a car
a house
a business
right there
they will ask about the details
every necessary detail
and then after you tell them your story
take care of yourself
you are now alone
they kick you out of their doors and fences
you should have known too well
it is their party and they make the rules
you bet
you just bit the sand again
i mean the dust and you feel like an
unnecessary humus of the earth.
see? i told you. I like it here. In my solitude with the stars
words are harmless like red flowers
do you remember the red carnations?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem