indeed as you ask
what lies between loving and hating?
it is that space
that time
when you survive when love is not
there anymore
when hating finds no reason to exist
because it harms you more
it is that time when you sleep and
wake up
when you walk and come back
when you spend more time listening
and feeling
it is the field where the war is
over
that playground where you watch
the children play
it is the road the seems endless
the mirage and the horizon
the cold air that comes to greet you
on the cheek
and feel the sweetness of a kiss
it is the void where the surge
of filling begins
you are neither empty nor full.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem