in the party of masks
names become a taboo
you do not ask for
addresses or numbers.
the rule there is
take each as he/she is.
serve yourself, gaze.
mind your own business.
keep doing what you want.
if you dance, then dance.
if you leave, you may.
this he says, is reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem