for something that i do not wish to understand
like what is inside your mind or even what is inside my body
something that makes me move
and gives me the wings of my imagination to fly
these mysteries of dreams that show us the colors
yet we cannot really remember when we wake up
except that feeling of we have been there
and i think soon i will remember
i look at the chair of the house and i remember
that someone used to sit there
that someone used to have a loving conversation with me
the scent and the sound
at first it is something that is pleasant and then i am awakened
to this disappearance of an image
i wish i want to remember but i decide at last
it is better to forget
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting one wonders good write