i do not wish it to be that good
to your taste
i just want it to be here, to be written
and so it is written. and so you have read.
there is nothing expected
no ambition to send you to the skies
nothing about kites
or jets, nothing of this kind
nothing exhilarating, it is only written as it is,
as it is, not as it should be, or must be,
it is, because it is not even that it is meant to be,
it is here, and that is good enough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem