this is not the first day of my life
and this is my right to a final passage
this is the fall
where you my love, cannot catch me anymore
this is the moment
where everything about me
dies
but perhaps cannot be said
to be lost
or utterly wasted
i cannot be one who must be afraid
this moment can be the last event
for something greater
than myself
need i say goodbye
need you wish me all the luck
let me touch your face for the last heat
in my hands
let my eyes have the last glance of you
the hour has come
for these tired eyes to close and take
its deepest plunge in sleep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem