last night the stars were so many
moonless
and i went on top of the roof of the house
and i laid my body on the galvanized stuff
i began to count the stars
at least i tried to use the numbers to please myself
and lull myself to sleep
like the way i have to count the sheep
the night was so beautiful
with the glittering stars
the wind was cold and there was this silence which asks me:
why am i not happy?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem