It was all fake,
the happiness
the family, that happy family.
And now? what?
what do we do from this point on?
how do we learn to live appart after all we shared?
Seperation...
why do people get married if they are to fall appart in the process?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a question answered daily by the millions of poeple scattered all over the globe