it is like
making love while you are
asleep
you are in there
thinking about someone else
she thinks that you are honest
when your eyes are closed....
tears
did i not tell you correctly what is this
all about?
there is a way to be happy and the earlier
you accept what real happiness is
the happier you can be
just be yourself. do not gather much.
do not think much. do not expect much.
there is much wisdom in being alone
opening the window of the house
sitting on one of those chairs at the veranda
watching the trees and the clouds
slowly sipping coffee
not rushing with the sweetness of
a little bitterness
for coffee is good the lesser sugar
you put on it
its coffeeness more savored
without much mixing to dote
it is just dust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem