how do you compose a poem for the one who
(pretends to love you?)
loves you and yet you feel nothing at all?
well, perhaps,
and i guess, there is no problem with the choice of words,
or images,
for in this case, what you will write is something that you do not really mean,
like an empty cup without hot water
and you just place it on the table and you wait,
since you only fill it with air,
and some sighs,
yet somehow how can you ever hurt?
like pretending also to love someone who pretends also
to love you?
it is all an imagination,
pretending that the water is hot when there is nothing
but the coldness of the
porcelain,
pretending that there is coffee, when there is nothing
to smell and taste,
when there is nothing so sweet as sugar
or as creamy as cream,
you write something so unreal,
it is bland, it is empty, it is sad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem