now i know why i have this
preference for walls and forests
i have always been deaf and calm
and most of you do not like it.
you keep vigilance for my walls have ears
and so i may not be deaf after all
and my forest is a city
of neon lights and jungle cubicles
there is this height where the moon
hangs itself
there is this crowd where no one knows
the name of whom you meet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem