the earth is turning, and for you in the head,
you are tensing muscles, and are massaging biceps.
the beard and sideburns, you are brushing back both,
and you are flexing your thin breast in front of a mirror.
somewhere, is was that young handsome, witty,
the beauty, you after all never are lacking,
and something, can are you buy of the dark, my dear
and then, to the life you have disgust, rather than
willingness?
buy better you for oneself ticket, go far
and sit for a while on the river, best on the river.
and before you will deliver a speech
for anybody count loud, count even to three.
when you will come back you will see that it isn't,
so badly, you will also learn, to say 'not'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poem very well written and interesting. I like it :))