Brother, do you remember,
that game we used to play,
where I would hide myself, and
you would find me in no time?
The times have changed now,
I've got better at it over the years.
Hiding behind the curtains of regret,
underneath the bed of anxieties,
and you will not hear me giggle,
from inside this closet of solitude.
Finding me won't be as easy as before,
but I know, if anyone can, it is you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem