It wouldn't matter, I think to me
if time passed by unnoticed, idle, uncared;
for minute after minute is the same
and tomorrow is no worse than today
nor is the night better than the other...
even if the stars chose to stay.
it wouldn't matter, I think, to me
whose misery is living another day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem