it has been here
do you see it? she points to a
black spot
on the white mantel
it's been there i said
never shall it be removed
it is part of the landscape on the table
and without which,
mind you
this table would be incomplete
she feels uneasy about it
there is this certain doubt if she really knows
about me
it is enough that she sits by my side
lays her head on my shoulder and then we enjoy
most the silence
between our concerns
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem