This distance between us holds separation
and breeds in the mind a nameless thought
which becomes a throbbing and unbearable torment.
The world may be embraced with simple words or framed with hallucinations
which circulate in the specks of subconscious space
and create boundless self-contempt.
Sometimes I worry: does our life really exist?
Is it worth breathlessly believing in treacherous dreams
and in this feeling which continues apart from us?
Everyone may choose a different path.
I don't know which one I shall take today
but each of them always leads me to you.
Happy are those who yearn for nothing
and those who do not know desire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem