Chiau.
It’ll be your fault if you don’t remember.
The Dave Brubeck concert?
Your laundry, stained socks;
Your car, still parked. It’s Spring!
These days have been fruitless.
Temptations?
Cede, weak creature!
Some friends have amazed me
and now, the stars take their revenge again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem