new year.
the happy faces
in those
pictures in
Facebook
i hope
are not pretty lies.
most of the time
they are
on the first day of
this year
of the water dragon
we shall play a
new game
breathing fire
growing wood on
water
believing in
what is not credible
on the first hour
of this year
or even the hour before
that
you shall begin
disliking me
every part of me
but as a compromise
i will just
be sleeping.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem