With my two ears and two eyes 
I used to see and used to hear 
And my poems were long 
Now I grow a third eye on my sideburn 
In a few words now I throw 
And shorter become my poems 
The screen was darker before 
Now it is dazzling 
With the rare reflection that I cast upon.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem