I talk to you
through
somebody else´s
poems.
Those would be the words
I wish I could have told you.
Two lives in different dimensions
cross their ways
and write an equation
of feelings and redemption.
Sensitivity and beauty,
armours and dynamite
attract each other.
One same farewell
and two separate paths
to loneliness.
Just enough
to keep writing poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Two lives in different dimensions cross their ways and write an equation of feelings and redemption. How true and beautiful, the dimensions dissolve and the poetry is born. CP