and so i find myself
asking to the invisible tarots
of rationality
sitting firmly
in my mind
'does he love more the drama?
does he love more me? '
the tarots,
silently nod at the empty
room
beside me, as i sleep
and i turn around
and my smile
into a frown
turns
too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a lovely piece of poetry nicely done