Behind my grey window
I see loneliness all over
it is reflected in
the street’s wet mirror.
It is the shadow of every passer-by
as if missing a piece
what is a body looks lifeless
or like a mouth lacking breath
or like a candle melting
in the flame without ending
and the melted spirit
all around solitary and sterile.
I see this grey world
behind my window and weep
it hides its loneliness
but the wet street shows it.
Μετάφραση Γιάννης Γκούμας
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