when you left me, my bitter-sweet lover
i was sitting on the floor
naked, my hair spread like a waterfall
as you close the door
i was groping myself like a hand to my body
on a dark night
when the light of the candle
shut off
nothing rekindles
no one comes back like the rain to the cracking field
my days have become nights
my nights turn to days
my face is twisted and all the previous smiles
do not know the lips
i must have gone mad with the way they stare at me
a stranger without a name
a woman running in the street at night
under the rain
what more can i ask of this self? answer me
dear death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem