because we have
dogs we pretend that
we are their
parents and that
they are our children
my wife sleeps with
one of them as i watch
and then go to sleep
i am not comfortable
with this situation this
life of pretenses but
that is how we are
supposed to survive
and live a little longer
it is a sad truth
that since we have not
obtained true love and
compassion from people
then we proceed into
a situation where we
say we can get these
matters from dogs
it has been this way
and it seems if you mind
asking me that everything
is okey, until something
very bad happens, but for
now i cannot tell you.
to know these you must
begin living with dogs.
share them your house
your bed, your dreams,
and let all these things
in a short while die with
all of them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem