Without the faintest trace of knowing what it meant;
my sedated heart was a yearning, muted desert
for the oasis and shelter that only you hosted.
But I’m a fallen tree that grew on the impression
of love and hope that was never there, you were clever;
you raised my sanguine branches, only to see them wither.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem