too
Tonight the windows creaked
although there were no winds
outside.
the night
had stars in heaven that he
lit
and in his eyes
the mirror of the swimming
stars slow and sad.
too much
too much
the glass of sadness
to its brim and more
has flown:
now
the curtains of the stage
fall and close
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem