remember when they said
they loved you with their whole hearts?
suppose between you and sport
is approximately a tie, but how much space
is there left for ambitions,
material things, machinery or family?
what about leisure, travelling,
life and literature perhaps?
the eye will always find faces and things to admire
and accommodate them along edges
or between the furrows of your growing heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem