you watch a movie
not expecting that it has a scent
that stays with you even if you quit
and then leave that dark room and
it carries you now wherever you are
and even when you sleep it still haunts
you in that dream. It is now about you
how that story tells a portion of your
life, that part which you buried a long
time ago, it was too happy an event,
which no longer exists, and you do not
want to remember, because remembering
it merely wounds you again, and you
have not even recovered yet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem