i have read it once from your
translations:
the red mountains
the green sea
the violet clouds
the blue sands
the black herons
the white eagles
everything goes
wrong when you
fall out of love
everything goes
awry when another
lover leaves your
door, when another
part of you dies
your fingers
those that
put the color of
your paints simply
show the distorted
face of
truth
your hands tremble
your fingernails stiff
dead and black.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem