1
Today I saw a photograph that lives on
gulping nostalgias and reminiscences
since time infinite
Asking me also to weep
It keeps sobbing with eyes turning all red.
2
The photograph of my lost face is lying inside my dream
For bringing it out of the dream
I pull it from this side.
In response, as the ‘tug of war' rope
someone pulls it that side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem