hope remains. 
sticking to our elbows 
like honey from the countertop
we just finished wiping off. 
engraved in our hearts
like the holes in our ears 
where we have been pierced, 
or the ink on our skin 
where we have been tattooed, 
or the scars on our knees 
where we fell and scraped them 
on the concrete 
years ago. 
therefore take heart
and be strong
because despite all our efforts: 
hope remains.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    