what happened to me
you never predicted
it was like the story of
the ugly duckling
despite the weakness of
my past
the hardness of the stones
(the unfeeling body)
and the shortness of the
vision of that horizon
i have remained
more than what i am
i must have disappointed you
who never think that
success may come to someone
without the royalty of
the lines of the palms
it is i
who is severely disappointed
for you never changed
your mind has always
been a door closed
your heart
a stone house without windows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem