...And so you are finally afraid
About what i am thinking even
If you later on know that all those
Are but bluffs
Even if i tell you so you will never
Believe me again
Even if i wear the face of the
Buffoon
Even if i wear my eyeglasses again
To assure you that
I am the man of letters
Decent and kind
And gentle and tender
I guess you are afraid of
Tenderness
It can kill us both.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem