I heard your monologue
it was not one of despair
and I could discern
the love upon the ropes
that held
the wooden body
and for a moment
I forgot my sufferings
but I didn’t know
what to answer
I didn’t know what language you can see
and I remained silent
so that I won’t be hurt
from the new words
that ignore the old
and do not hesitate
to hit our memories.