Once upon a life, I wrote love poems:
Because I burned
Because I yearned-
For love.
No philosophical connotating
On theoretical situations;
No stereotypical ponderings
On possible scenarios.
Now I write love poems,
Only as memorial, to that other self;
The one who was on fire for love,
The one my words recall:
Because I burned
Because I yearned-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem