i had always been faithful to you.
my arms are numb and my fingers are quiet.
every morning i give you some lines.
i listen to the whispers of your songs.
i get nothing actually not even a kiss.
ephemeral and illusive you and mirage.
this is the desert without an oasis.
there is a camel but it is dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem