I did not bite the apple to its core,
before the sensual sexual act of intimacy
but excused myself through the unlocked door
and kept to this tendency
not kissing the embracing woman on the street,
before the sensual sexual act of intimacy
not following her, but whished her Godspeed
and so I send three wanton women on their way
not kissing the embracing woman on the street,
not interested to kiss and play,
but now it feels as if life is speeding past
and so I send three wanton women on their way
I whish to have my life back as it was
to experience, to find the secret to life
but now it feels as if life is speeding past
and I am without a wife.
I did not bite the apple to its core,
to experience, to find the secret to life
but excused myself through the unlocked door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem