facing you i begin to say words,
this poetry,
this conversation, i do not really know
what i'm gonna say
i just keep on saying
i never plan it and when i step outside
the house to be with the clouds and the sea
i get very silent
i do not know what to speak about anymore.
this poetry.
this conversation. this talk about
nothing at all.
whoever put the words into my mouth
owes me an explanation tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem