The couple who sometimes clean my house came today,
she has a new boyfriend now a nice looking man who work
hard and obey her. I don´t know what happened to her first
boyfriend he suddenly disappeared, rumours has it he was
a bit violent, and my cleaner is not a woman who tolerates
who tolerates that; I think she killed him if found out I will be
a character witness in her defence. “My lord, this woman is
harmless and have firm buttocks under her cleaning outfit.”
It is astoundingly how little we know of people we meet on
our daily life. I met a woman who had been married six times
this was too much baggage for me to shoulder so I left.
George Simenon married his housekeeper who had worked for
him through his many marriages, knowing and just waiting,
and she, a modest femme de ménage, ended up with the loot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem