Those who sanctify love forsake love
Those who curse love become an apostle of love
But no one has ever become more alive
than his love and his hopelessness
Thus powerless to love I am an outsider
who gathers letters
who carves names on the wall
while counting the years of renunciation
Souls also live in societies
and history is filled with witnesses
But in this our love we carry
the cross of transgression
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem