some things
you asked are within
your hands' reach
which by all means
you may soon have
with all passion but
you know this by
heart that soon it
will destroy you and
so here you are
contented with what you
cannot have for
the meantime.
today you shake your
own hands
silent and hungry and
deep within
(who knows?)you are
still happy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem