To this and to that
I get attached and dettached
I am watery and nothing
Ashes and smelly skin when burns
I end up always but considering me
To this and that
I play my trick and find them in
I am this mind and nothing
Keeping my shadows on thirsty walls
I show my shirt unstained by this Dark Age
I end up always in happy story
To this and to That
I expect nothing neither allow
Do you want me like this
Watery and hallow
this winter the snow filled forest
May burn white and those ashes
they bring sorrow and faith
A solitary tear inside this growing city sea
To This and that
I just want to avoid
But then I must die to be sad
Or to be happy
All the same, this or that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem