You know those with the big long fingers,
the ones when they point at you,
the natives say, you are going to die?
Well, they pointed at me in a zoo.
They singled me out in San Diego.
And everyone in the crowd ran away.
As if the brother who stole,
or the sister who sold her body.
I was afraid to go home
why I was late making your favorite supper.
Trembling, thinking that if I returned
I would need to confess this,
that you’d call me 'crazy'.
'That is crazy', said the voice in the mirror.
I knew you would say that without me having to say it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Marina, and interesting 'self-conversation' which keeps the reality check in check. I hadn't heard of the Lemur prophecy but I had heard that if an Orang Utan urinated on you, you were in BIG trouble. I'm still awaiting an outcome on that one... Rgds, Ivan