Be quiet…
Do not say a word about the sorrow
in the late hours put it on paper like a poem,
from the night’s cups drink the poison slowly,
because the DNA of life is love and the pain.
In the mill of time grind it gradually,
throw this weight on your shoulders like a bag,
with tears of the soul cook it slowly,
until you break your teeth, chew it and throw away.
One day will come, you won’t feel pain anymore,
and you’ll not shed a single tear from your eyes,
they say … and they don’t say it in vain,
what doesn’t kill you, it makes you strong and brave.
English translation
taena
