he was empty and she came into his life
he had nothing in mind
he practically had nothing to think for his future
he is empty and she comes like warm air to his balloon
and she lifts him up
somewhere up in the skies
and they are together
and then on top of the world
the exhaustion comes
there is no more fire
there is no more warm air and he is still empty and she is consumed
he must fall with her
to the ground and they must start to live again
like real things
like real people
he must fill his emptiness with what he wants to
she may look for warm air
and some other modes of unnoticeable deceptions
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem