For every word I misunderstand
I carry a weight
as if knowledge has a meaningless mass
nurtured by the blood of bones
As an older man
I love more
I am a thief in reverse
and everything moves me more
I can disappear whenever I like
I want to disappear with her
until she makes my bones burn
to a sublime ash
She said they were not lovers
just friends
but she does not know how to lie
just how to love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem