if you cut her fiver
fingers simply because
she no longer loves you
in her pain she can
still play the piano
much beautiful this time
that the whole universe
stops to listen
if you break the piano
or throw away everything
that resembles the piano
the earth offers all the
trees and wind and leaves
to be her piano
you cannot blame her for
changing for she never did it
it is love that changes her
it is love that tricks her
into loving another which
she cannot prevent from
happening
she will be mute and never
learn how to speak to ask
for forgiveness
she will die without having
to regret how she had loved
another
love has its own ways of
betrayal
love has its own ways of
putting frailties in so
much grief in tragedies
that become immortal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem