i've been playing
with memories
more than all those
old memories
white haired woman
gnarled skin
something's weird
really why
the past is more
beautiful than
today
you are crazy
taking the future inside
a basket
which you carry towards
home which in the first place
still does not exist
for the mind is not a home yet
where love is not
born.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem