Many try to master
The architecture of a bridge
I worked day and night
On a bridge intended to break.
So many things she says
So little which is meant
If bridges lie they fall apart
But why make the architect suffer?
I left the broken bridge
And combed through the blue prints
Tried to find something wrong
Something which made the bridge
Lose its strong.
She confuses me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem