'Am I allowed to die here? '
'Why not? '
'With grass, flowers or words? '
'They may be'
'Like the birds lay the memories'
'Yes, suddenly disappear when you do not tell'
'After he died in peace without worry'
'Probably no one felt the loss'
'Is not love... but rather the loss of freedom'
'Without a conversation anymore'
'Then disappear in death'
'Yes, suddenly disappear when you do not tell'
'Flowers, grass and your words'
'Memories that will soon disappear'
East Colfax Avenue,2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem