perhaps it is because of that feeling
that you are rejected
or jilted that makes you a sort of a
rare appearance to the limelight of my
cares
and my attention
perhaps it is the realization that love is not at all present on those times.
that what was there was only a temporary knowing
to let time pass, to while the hours away, to seal those emptiness,
to cover a mistake,
to escape from a harsh reality,
to break some promises
to hide,
and for the meantime molt
hibernate
like a mud-fish
waiting for the correct season
and be plenty and
present all over again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem