there are things worth doing only at the back of the wall of the world
things that make you more alive than ever which
if done in the arena of artifices make something fall so
hard that it breaks like
glass like the one that you keep inside your palm
in the form of a fist
against the backdrop of
fame.
there are approaches proper under the rain and on a sunny day.
nice
seeing you jump over the fence and run free to the other side of this world which
for now, all facts considered, is still not within the power of my wits and will to do so.
i wish you luck, but
i will not expect anymore that you are coming back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem