AND SO THE eyes
slowed down and had
given up
some fingers of the hand
you write what is not
supposed to be
you regret having
written it
but it has been the rule
of this game
touch move
no erasures.
and so you let things
be,
let times pass,
and put all the responsibility
to the other
who sees and must ponder
about what had been
an error since then.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem