I'd like to live Elsewhere.
In hand-embroidered towns.
To meet those
who are not born into the world.
At last we would be happily alone.
No stop would wait for us.
No arrival. No departure.
Evanescence in a museum.
No wars would fight for us.
No humanity. No army. No weapon.
Tipsy death. It would be fun.
In the library a multi-volume time.
Love. A mad chapter.
It would turn the pages of our hearts in a whisper.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem