I'm having trouble,
finding you, your lips.
This city holds,
no recollection of you.
The streets bind people together,
tangling their hands, in a hurry
in harmless handshakes, or frightful hugs,
but it's never gonna be you and me.
You're avoiding to love
me
I'm beginning to hate
you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful loneliness, thanks.