we were there for on simple purpose
to pay homage to two dead bodies of lovers caught in the tightness of the mountain trail
an accident
while the mass was going on for hour we were seated on a bench
facing the high mountains filled with trees
it is a green world ahead of us
i am amazed. You were talking about the idiosyncrasies of other people
the important people who lost dignity in the name of lust, er love
perhaps for the benefit of the doubt
in truth i do not care
i have holes in my cheeks, i have falling hair
i am losing youth to the stupidity of time
it cannot just be a ' tear in the cheek of time'
it must be something else
i have my ears to your rumors
my eyes move somewhere else to the majesty of the mountains
my hands to the sweet coolness of the air
i cannot keep those words
this time you are a friend by
accident. I begin not to understand you because there is so much
beauty in those high mountains
until we parted.It is sad, we have nothing to share
nothing to speak about with so much interest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem