now i still write about love
but this will not last that long
soon i will go beyond all these
illusions
like a child running away from
a mad dog
i will jump higher
over this fence
into the wild grasses and forest
away from that old house
i know about a black bird
who was once myself
and it is coming back to save
me away from you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
still I love, I write, beautiful