Everyday
instead of stretching my legs and arms
i stretch my mind to the sky
i can feel my nerves screaming
the one at my neck is aching
for more comfort
sometimes one feels that the hands are not
connected to the arms
like a night emptied of its stars and moon
there is chaos because some parts of our selves
are no longer in harmony
with the old body of the world
the streams and rivers get disconnected
with the sea
and the ocean waits for all these waters
to come
and be at peace with the silence of the stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem