three stars in the heavens
one for you
another for her
and the last one
for you again
i am accustomed
to having nothing
in my heavens i like it without stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
all is sucked by the heat this summer of forgetfulness and forgetting - when all wishes are drowned away, by the blackness of an uncaring sky.