tonight there are no stars in the skies.
the birds are sleeping and the air is passing by
the curtains and i am alone staring at nothing.
it is this nothingness that is filling me like an irony
a paradox, an enigma a mystery of what i had always been.
To love, i cheer, as i raise an empty glass to the air.
To love, i laugh, as i stand on the floor and wave my hands to
the window
beyond me is the darkness and the silence of this world.
i say i do not care about what is happening to you.
you have loved another and you did not tell me and i know but
i did not tell you as what binds us is just the silence of our
gaze.
tonight, i will close this window. i will sleep and will beg for
happy dreams, those that make me strong, and most of all those that
must make me forget you, those that must bury you in the forgotten
places of my heart.
goodbye, i wish you all the happiness that you deserve.
what makes you happy now, must make me happy too and this is what
makes me forget you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem