without the pain that you share
there is no real giving.
give until you feel you have lost the essence
of your soul, like a perfume spreading itself in space
until what is left on the skin is its own smell of sweat
others smell the stains of blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
give you yourself until there's nothing more to give....then you've given enough.....