It’s not the wind that makes me dizzy,
it is not life.
And if something decorates my heart,
it is not music.
It is not war that scares me,
it is not death that rules me.
It’s that madness that surrounds me,
it’s that scent that mesmerises me.
It’s only A…
It is not the spring that warms me,
it is not the fire.
And if something is sickening my soul,
it is not loneliness.
It is not knowledge that stimulates me.
Sin does not arouse me.
It is a vision that touches me.
It is a crack that separates me.
It’s only A…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem