I drew a map of my childhood
another of my adolescence, then
my youth and the next. One day,
sitting alone I tried to compare all.
Found one picture constant in them
like the plateau or rain fed area
or the contours:
The LOVE, LOVE, LOVE.
I tore those to pieces then
threw them to the ocean of death
but
found myself
totally drenched.
Oh! yes I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem