Late at night we steal 
these moments
like silent car thieves, 
knowing how to move in 
the dark and which 
wires to connect…
so we connect ourselves with 
this night…. 
and our wish that the 
wind howling around the 
corners of our minds will 
keep out the wails of those 
who will get hurt in the process                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
good one...............