a marriage is going
into a mirage but to keep
this happening
one must keep an ignorance
of what is supposedly right
there is no place for something
right here
the caravan of camels keep on going
in the desert under the orange moon
oh, the sands are silent, soft and
warm, against the coldest night
those who do not know when to arrive
keeps the hope of dreams coming true
a sleep of the night under a big tent
with everyone else: same fate, same journey
and you always think there is nothing that
makes a difference....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem