i know you understand what is not said
or not even seen yet
that is what love does when betrayal starts
which the other keeps on denying,
your eyes do not have to look at the way
the hands are moving inside the shirt
your heart knows what is not done yet
the other keeps on rationalizing nothing
is done in the haze or in the darkness
it is feeling, yes that feeling which tells
you that there is really something wrong
and those who do not want it ended keep
on looking to the other side of the river
seeing white herons feeding on the tadpoles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem