Tonight I will shave my beard and sleep like my first self
Like a first born baby
Indeed, I will open the dream boxes to free the children of the wind
I will name a star for my first lover
I will visit her like my eardrum and scream through her night
Let me finish my poem tonight
I will inhabit the hanging hole on the door and gaze at the world through
the belly button of time
I will be nicer to strangers
For I don't really recognize my fingers anymore
I still suffocate like a flower seed
I write on the windows of whiteness what the wind may bring
I pray in bitterness, if the wind came across our talk
Thus let me finish my poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem