the hieroglyphics written on stones
years ago remain faithful upon what it intends to speak.
sands, dust, even stains of the human blood cannot
cover the truth inside every solid signs.
you are born. You are supposed to be that.
you are not sand, or dust, or blood.
thus, you must still speak the truth to regain your
name as written on that stone.
you are hieroglyphic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem