You are among my friends despite the thirty-year solitude between us
You always help when I can’t ask of it
. . .
While you were praying with others from the society,
I lied on the sofa in the other room
“It must be something, ” so were my thoughts, “if one may spend a life on that stuff”
Maybe I am too proud to understand it,
Or do I want to?
23.07.08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thought provoking. intrinsic. beautifully thought provoking.