today i watch a film
about love
it is so touching
i had it repeated over and over again
six times and i do nothing but watch
and then it becomes another
meaningless film because i watch it over and over again
which goes without saying
that something always repeated numbs the senses
blunts the taste
and turns out to be senseless
perhaps i will keep it for a while
and let those days, and months and years test it
if it is good, then it must be still good
despite the luster.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem