Growing up as a young one,
it was hard to tell what caught attention to your ears...
But then it was her who outrageously caught my attention...
As years go by she seems to get surprisingly worse...
She was more rigid than an unbalanced desk....
She had more logic and legitimate words and ideas...
My touch within yours is fading away...
Is it that of the environment around you....
Or is it the fact that you are incapable of loving anymore?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem