do not tell your name to the night
for you may be finally embarrassed
humiliated by the standards of the
day, the strictness of light
that binds and blinds
to the wildness of the nights
submit, but always be concealed
like the hidden face of the back room
the curtains of the door
the bowls of the rest rooms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem