I am not your creation.
You are my imagination.
I have chosen you,
You are mine, because of me,
I play you, and you write on me.
From the parting of my hair,
Down the gaze of my eyes,
Slipping your pen between the cleavage of my life.
It is me, me and me, that is you.
I invade you, I obsess you, I impersonate you,
I impassionate you,
I make you quiver, when my lips reach you near,
It is I who live in you for an eternity,
It is I you make love for infinity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem