i am always ready
to throw away everything.
something that you call love,
i can throw that away too.
faith, i can throw that away too
if needed
hope, the last one, is hope, do not
ask me, but i have thrown that away too
many many times, countless times
ask me what makes me a survivor?
well, simple, i am a thrower.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem