the possibility of
staying together for years
in one house
and telling each other
about a love that never
ends
a love that must survive
for all those years
and yet the mouth speaks
a name and yet the heart
keeps carefully
another
and yet one still dreams
of a happiness that is not
yet there?
as the mind roams in space
wandering like a molecule of
dust without a
definite destination?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem