on your birthday
you will skip seeing what i am
giving you
it may be difficult but it is
necessary
that pain that also gives
you much pleasure
that sorrow that soon
stimulates the senses
of singing
for years and years
you have completed the cycle of
births
and for those same years
you always evade what is there
to be felt
another year
and you tell yourself
i will watch it
later
always always in suspended
light
loving what is vague
happy with
what is opaque
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem