you may think
i already have everything
let that be
let it stay if it makes
you happy for me
but i don't have someone
real. I have one regret
not having kissed what is
real for it seems
that the dream as illusive
as the heart of the wind
or a ghost had always been
on the other side of my
mirror.
at night in the depths of
my sleep we meet
we kissed and touched
and stayed for long
and then i winked and woke up
back again to my world
of illusions
the norms are here again
the laws that bound me
straight-faced and silent
lonely and weak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem