in my country
today is a saturday
sunfilled, not just warm but hot
and all my pores open
today she caused the cutting of some trees
around the house
today she wants the sun to wrap everything
that is covered with coldness
and indifference
today she wants everything exposed
and be tested by heat
the lies to die
the truth to live
today she is fed up with coverings
tall trees concealing some moss
stones unturned
some bedbugs
hiding some worms curling up on some
comforts of humus
today she wants to be free
like a bird to fly to the other side of the island
where everything is sand
and bald and candid and dying
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem