whatever happens to you,
(you have thinned and appears
like a starving body,
a searching soul too like me,)
it does not really matter to me.
all my silence speaks for you,
always waiting for you nod, and
i keep on saying to the skies,
i love you.
what did the mountains do to you?
your roots are cut and you are
dying from the culture of your
being, you language does not
speak about you anymore,
today you are back and we kiss
again,
i never speak a word, neither you.
this is the kiss that will last
us a lifetime.
it is your confusion that impels
you to leave and always this
search of myself, compels you to
come back with nothing in hand,
that space in your palm has become
my home again.
Hold me tight, kiss me true,
and i still and will always sa
i love you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem