i could have told you about religion
about the angels with white wings
and all the saints and holy men
long dead who left an imprint on the earth
about God and his goodness and his
greatness
but then you were sleepy and then
when you woke up you said you were busy
earning for a living
some kids to take care of
a house to clean
a garden to tend
and so to take your full attention i hinted you about
sex.
your world stopped spinning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem