The afternoons were alright
but the mornings and evenings
drove us happy crazy.
Drowning into the safety
of every conquered danger;
we held on tighter with all we were.
Is this just a howling nightmare
or a cleverly crafted dream,
so what, I’m misplaced happily.
Someone told me
we weren’t going to make it,
I didn’t care, I’m in love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem