Stories are good for the reasons
That we don’t have ourselves, and that’s why I keep
You near me all day long,
To read by your eyes, even if you are only playing with me,
So that when at night you become a star,
And I have to resort to my loneliness if not evil,
The light houses will still sing beneath the aurora borealis
And the pictures of the unicorns
Addicted to the intimacy your brown body has to give me,
As we both breathe in like fish the painfully life
Giving qualities of another work day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem