15 Mar I hunger
Seasons pass without notice,
the apple spring in full blossom, the nesting autumn,
the football summer,
All in a presence without a share,
except the harsh winter in the dark continent.
Only accosted, accosted by despair,
Life is struggle, struggle of exhaustion.
Suffering becomes a crack of doom,
Calling on an abyss of loneliness.
Typhoons feel, typhoons hear and accrue,
and accumulate.
What I long for is peace, peace of my
own mind.
What I need is rest, rest for my torso,
and rest for resilience.
So as to respect my soul the dignity of my life,
as it prepares for the short journey, the journey
with no expenses, the journey of all resolutions
afterwards.
A tour to the permanent residence,
where my beloved ancestors dwell.
The home of the good apostles,
the place of the true justice.
I hunger it, I eager it, as-
as this is my heartfelt farewell,
until we meet again!