Weigh well the price of new perspectives.
They cannot be drawn without the vanishing point.
Even pain clawing in it's jealous rage
Does snarl and bite against it's pull.
That only love should be exempt floating laughing in sweet rebuff
Holding my new, tender skin
And you, and you, and you, will hold me again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem