with waiting, I am salting dishes,
adding the pinch of bitterness
will harm nobody.
mistakes are component parts of us alone
and what of it, that we are usually a cause
of their birth, of growing and the development.
not important, that bad thoughts
are tearing understanding to pieces,
to not to allow for logic
feeling and the need are substantial
of surviving the same emotions still anew
and the delight of the tasting
saltily of bitter dishes added as spice,
waiting for it, what must to fill up.
with waiting, I am salting dishes...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good poem, it didn't lose in the translation and maybe even he made a profit ;))) is still beautiful.