how many times...
how many times,
do I have to cross this place to be normal again
stupid acts of living a lie
confronted by my own taste and smell
how mnay times...
how many times,
do I have to cross this place to be unbalanced
suspended in a life of madness
unsupported by my own sight and sound.
how many times...
how many times,
do I have to cross this place to be conscious
polluted to the extent of disintegration
immobilized by my own acts of touch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem