Alone I drink a hot Mega coffee
so fast that my throat catches fire
since I have to get to the internet café
in time to get a place
and maybe there’s an email from you
but there is nothing
as if you have disappeared
between the floor planks
and nothing can stop the longing,
not even the animals that are happy
when I get back to home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem