you it is fake.
what you are watching is just a film.
actors playing roles.
making love. for fame and money
and even survival.
life is recreated. sadness is veiled.
happiness is a confetti and all the children
with their mothers watch.
you know that it is not true.
but you are carried just the same.
you cried. you laughed. you remember.
even during sleep
within it, you are pilfered.
you know it is true. You want to be true.
nothing is true.
on this sorrow, you invent.
what is not true become true.
and it does not matter.
everything is passing away.
everyone is dying.
this is temporary. so
does it matter if it is fake?
i watch it too and i do not mind.
it is made with so much
artistry and make-believe, if
you wouldn't mind, is a necessity.
it is fake, hope you understand.
just let it go, relax, and then
have a good night sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem