Perhaps I've run too far from you
and in my pride to surpass the past
I walked by your smile without stopping
But I've glanced. I saw, I still know you
by heart, even after so many years
the freckles are still there
making up for everything you lost.
In my shyness I told myself
there isn't anything good in me anymore
you could not possibly want my solitude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem