inside last
night's dream she
appears again: light skinned
too young for her age
smiling
seducing you to be
in her side again
you have actually
forgotten her name
but her face speaks
a language that
makes you remember
what it was before
between you and her
in that past
she holds your hand
she does not speak
she takes you to a
very silent place
where she plants a kiss
on your lips
you love her
still
that is what you
can only recall
but you cannot
love her anymore
and that is
a matter of
a firm decision
you left her again
but this time
she is no longer
crying
when the dream closed
like a door
and you are out
into the open
field of your
disposition
you are definite
there is no guilt
there is only that
happiness
that somehow tells you
she deserves
the best
and you are not just
that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem