Marching through words
On a cool morning
I met the holy ones
And a woman barely out of the house
Noticing was caught
Something that was supposed exist long ago
And yet my desire
to listen to her sparked
shouted out loud
have you not seen a woman
or do you have no patience
on turnkey
clenching our teeth
marching through words
we stay foot
in front of the holy ones.
English Translation by Zorin Diaconescu