you don't know me,
well maybe... as words on a page,
reading the words that make my poems doesn't make you my friend
you can adore them or repulse them
doesn't make much difference to me
you can read to understand me
but by no means do you know me,
to judge a book you must see both cover and page
one without the other is just paper
just becuase you see my paper,
doesn't mean you know me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem