For all those who read my words,
honesty surfaces in many ways,
look within these words,
and rest your mind between the gaps,
mock the errors if you wish,
but like the smoking of a ciggarette,
or the taste of beer after sex,
completion of a poem feels just perfect
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
worse crime in poetry is stating what people already knew.