If you do not write it down
It goes restless
It keeps wandering
It stabs your edges
It runs here and there
It wrestles inside
It injures you
And cuts you bit by bit
If you do not write it down
It loses the grace
It grows harsh
It spreads anxiety
It suffocates the interior
It traps the veins
It finds no ways
And dies all alone
Write it down, my beloved
Write it straight, comrades
Write your resonances, my readers
If it doesn't resolve you
Let it receive you
Let it reveal you
Let it destroy you
Let it make you
And break your bones
Let it meet your movement
Don't block your order
Let it pass through you
Let it dance through you
If it suddenly bleeds, give it a way
If it reddens your eyes
Don't hide it
Ah, hide it but only in art
Let it historicize you
Let it then heal you
Let it then feel you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem