I'm not ready
to leave any season...
Sometimes I'm so lost
in my work..yet
I need to tell you
something:
A great evening
is so close to my soul...
Now I have time,
do you have some?
Sometimes
keeping on the good work
a voice says:
"It seems that I'm dying,
my soul is tired
since such a long time...
Being a woman feels so hard
sometimes
If I could only be a poem
or a season --
a deep one and true ...
Tell me, tell me,
is it hard to be a man
too?