Certainly, I can recognize
your belly
with which nobody else is familiar
and if you had no arms
no legs and if possible
also no belly anymore
you would still be exactly you
even without hair and ears
would still have your faces
being enigmatically
and incomprehensibly
yourself, no matter how
I experience you
in admiration
with open senses
and in the curious amazement
of anyone who is taking notice
of you, then wishing to stay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Staying is a big thing in life, even imagining. I also want to stand on that stage. To abandon this desire is to do something everyday, devise a way. Doing in suffering It is the point. It is my imagination It is painful for you to stay in front of me. At the same time it is such a raging crazy.