as she was telling
her own version of the story
which the other
in advance said was fabricated
(she used the term fake)
her
tears
keep
falling
like corn
seeds
i look at the ceiling trying to find
the spider
or the lizard trying to swallow
a whole
careless mosquito
things are like these sometimes
evade, what destroys our day
climb on the stairs of the imagination
forget
forgive
if not
go away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem