I see this object at night
With me sometimes behind
Sometimes near me, aligned
Then it follows me outright
As I walk, I look, It walks
I stumble, stumble too
It copies me to what I do
It makes me crazy as we walks
And I ask then; Who are you?
But it never answers me
Then night owl uttered from a tree
Who, who, whom you talking to?
I said: To the thing that follows me!
Night owl laughs: ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
That's your shadow, you're 'el loco '
You're just drunk and really crazy
(c) copyright 2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem