I hesitate to go to bed.
I'm terribly afraid
That I will not dream with you tonight.
Thought settlements are lurking,
It is too much reproof between us,
Too much fear.
No one knows, neither you
nor I
What happens in our dreams.
May be you won’t show up
And I will have to survive
In insalubrious stations of insomnia.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem