I wake late in the afternoon
Because it hurts to sleep
I can not wake for I'm messed up
My body is too week
I crash late at night so I can write
Because every one is asleep
And not a noise is to be heard
Not even a single peep
That's when it is calm and I have time to think
Ideas come to my head
Then all at once the paper and ink
Depict all of what is said
That's the process by which I write
Always late at night it seams
Perhaps because whats in my head
I take out before my dreams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem