at first i encourage you to write a
poem
you do not have to be a poet to write
one
inside myself is the fire that keeps on
burning
no dark night no cold wind no idleness
has quelled it
it is this art that has keeps me going after a
hard day
i am confident that i can manage despite the
piles of work
it is this art that conquers the impossible between
us
i have long wanted to share this to you as i once
if you remember
told you to write a poem for me but you did not
hesitate to take the snore instead
opting for a dream inside the stupor of another world
where you are but only the spectator
you do not create you do not imagine you have never
shared
some bits of yourself, and so i am giving all these
condolences to you
you are dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem