why did it take me
a very long time to see the beauty of delay?
the wonders of loafing
the excitement that procrastinations have caressed
in my whole body?
why did you not make me understand
the kindness of postponements?
the usefulness of emptiness?
the fulness of this hollowed
existence
had i known the joy of absence
i should not have come with you
had i felt the perfection of myself
alone
i would not have consented
the world to
touch me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem