How can I open this shell, 
When you throw the fork to the see? 
How can I open this book, 
When you put it away in the shelf of endless books? 
How can I smile again, 
When you give me reasons to cry loudly? 
How can I resurface, 
When you keep pushing my head under the cruel waves? 
But I can’t hate you, 
I guess it’s true what they say
Because I love you
What would I do without you? 
It is true then, that my smile fades
And I can’t stretch my lips…
My eyes wander around, 
I can only see what I fear: 
The truth that has been twisted
And has left me behind
The stars don’t come out
I guess they prefer to die
I guess they know me well
But I can’t hate you
What would I do without you? 
Because I love you
And that’s really true.
-July 14,2008                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    