I am afraid That someone might come 
And avoid me this war
Because I carry a dead name
And my strength is stripped of leaves.
I am afraid That someone might come 
And say to me: 
'Let the dead
bury their dead
and follow me! '
So I follow him 
Dragging my dead
Inside my heart.
He goes along singing: 
'I was not burn to follow anyone'
 I follow him
singing: 
'I was not burn to follow anyone'.
Because I lack everything
I eat the crushed garland leaves
And in every time 
I forget if I do that 
I die.
I am afraid That someone might come 
And recognize my back among
the faces
and call me by name and nickname
and  prevent me from going where 
(my clothes suit the weather) .
He said he would block my way
I... my self
Don’t know my way.
I go with air.
I am afraid That someone might come 
And grab me by my sleeve
or clutch my leg
so I can’t run
after 
everything
that runs.
___________________________28/11/1999                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem