It was your family photo, my dear
That sought me to be very near.
In fact, it was you who insisted
Me to be in blue and red.
But what occurred exactly, I don't know
The lense of the camera didn't throw
Light on my candid face
So I couldn't find my own trace.
It looked as if I peeped inside
Without taking anything in my stride.
Very high was the wall on your side
And I had a base, already wide.
Although myriad things were the same
Somehow, I didn't fit in the frame
Of your family photo
So I let everything go.
Ambiguous characters the portrait had in your frame
That were lusty and did focus only the name
A big difference there was
In preferences, values and ideas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem