My most fragile song I will write
curved by the wounds of my heart.
With the splinters of your sky I will paint it
and you will give to it life.
With the sorrow of my happiness I will weave it.
In the fields of your soul I will be lost.
And inside my dream your legend I will steal.
Ethereal one, inside your eyes I will hide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem