the happiness of this world
is summed up
with the dipping of the spoon
to a hot coffee inside a porcelain cup
that lonely tongue that gets inside our mouth
as you close your eyes
playing with your teeth and gums
there is that thought playing inside the womb
a baby is kicking you and
you have pleasure
that love that gets inside your heart
and gives you
a home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem