Has anyone ever read to you,
Has anyone ever told you
The letter that reached
Babbled all things
The point where it started
The point where it stopped.
All were a fair game,
and you didn't even notice.
The stitches of the envelope,
Created a rift
The slow breath,
became the perfume of his life.
The point where it started
The point where it stopped.
All the letters enchanted her life
But the letter with the mediocre paper,
never saw her face again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem