I used to play 
as carelessly as a child 
would play 
Throwing things everywhere 
shuttles, shoes, stones
at school and around the house
My house was made of glass screens
that protected my precious jewels
yet not a scratch would hit the screens
This autumn, i built
a house with blocks and concrete 
to protect my jewels more 
Only to pick up 
pieces of my shattered jewels 
lying on the floor                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Thanks