and with just your one finger and with it you could.
and with only it, you would split the world.
and you could leave it there and move me around it.
and other things, are more or less complicated.
and with the one you left me, more too explore it with.
and if it touches my heart, it missed nothing.
and if the world exploded around it, it is just your finger.
and once it's consumed, what is left but that world.
and with just your one finger, my world was spun around it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem