as the end approaches its end
i see, some scars become wounds again
some pains arrive
and it makes me remember that beginning
that babe's cry and mommy's lullaby
they will tell you, this all about
parkinson's disease.
it is not so. This is when you think
that you are about to die and some pains
inside your heart starts to
give you names...
each name
a pain in my ass.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem