finally
after all those years
that you say you miss
me and that i miss you
too
we have arrived here
and we talk
only to find out that
in one issue
we differ.
one looks at the stars
the other looks at mud.
one looks at the past
the other looks at the future.
both are present.
both are living in the same hour.
but just because we have
different visions now,
do we have to part?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem