i must have been too
stupid not having understood
what is the meaning of that
small finger of yours
that touches my chin, thinking
that perhaps it is merely
accidental,
took me two nights to finally
think that something deep down
under means an ocean, whose wave
signals the coming
of a permission to that which
was denied of me before but
which i can do for now,
last night the moon was gone
and i was grateful of my own
stupidity: i have not sinned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem