the reason why i want to be you
is because you like to be me too
we become mirrors then
i to you
and you to me
what i do you shall do
and what you do i shall do too
it happens all the time
and all the people in the neighborhood
talk and laugh
about this mimicry
they call it crazy
we look like a melon cut into
perfect halves
how boring, how nauseating
because you are still a woman
and i have remained my own man
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem