You were an illusion.
O immortal. My myth explodes. The
agony rises. Make me sleep. I want you.
I want to squash the
moon's face between my palms. Will
you take me? You start crying.
Who was not hungry?
The words are disappearing. Only
the ghost voices cause the torture.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem