Everywhere I discover
myself
or
nowhere.
I carry no address
permanent
or
temporary, though
I am not in exile.
Paradise
dwelling in the heart,
Hell
flaming with all the agonies of fire.
Everyone loves
the story of love and tears;
in a figure less space
I
fill up the blanks
with
dreams colorful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem