Tonight.....
I am not a writer,
But I am a reader....
A tranquil reader,
I read the clean sky
And the pleasant atmosphere
With infinite pleasure,
This way I find my different identity altogether,
I read and read
And gradually fall asleep,
Then.......
The muse comes in my dream and says to me,
'Wake up,
Now it's time for you to write.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For one to became a writer, he or she must have been a real reader... Nice poem.