You walk up and down
the stairs
and then look into the
glass windows
you pass from one store
to another
without buying anything
you have the card and
even the money is ready
to buy what you want
but you know the reason
why you are here
you choose just to gaze
purposely to please
yourself for a while and then
perhaps forget
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem