the two women
are actually extremes
one is the sun
and the other is the moon
but there is this
moment
when the day is
brighter
when the sun and moon
meet
and they as usual
do not
ever speak
about their own worlds
with the same
sky
and then what these two
do not know
is the existence of the
nightingale
the one that sings at night
and flies away
the whole day
it is the one
that i love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem