someone is alone in the room
you know the name and you want
to make love again, but you hesitate
you do not know exactly what is
happening, or you really know it
by heart but the mind has doubts,
as to what happens after all these
crazy thoughts, what settles down
may be explosive and it will hurt
even those who are not here yet
inside this room where love is
alone with you, but you have doubts
if it is love at all.
your heart is about to break, your
arms are lost, your lips dry, and
your nerves are running wildly into
the darkness of what you are now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem