Seeing me can be a different issue,
Hearing me delivers your sound as well.
Painfully, my sight is drawn to the other side,
By reading the pages of a book called theatre.
The cold air in this arena makes me shiver foolishly,
Actors betray us when they speak of another dialogue,
The dialogue is in fiction, dialogues are meaningful.
My seeing reduces the other side, this rainbow,
This lights my stage, in a manner of majesty.
The seeing of me is like a simple direction
To the right of the stage that is a performance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem