A wise and old circle of women who understood the struggle behind my dark storybook character.
An aged woman who loved a man
with an invisible mask of secrets.
The movie which reminded me one day,
I will
and will love
to love forever.
The taste of a crispy Walleye and my father's share of a harsh family circle.
My dazed confusion.
Later I took the key ring
and glided in familiar paved squares
which made me feel
like a lab rat
looking for reinforcement.
My reward came.
Through my parent's goodnight
and Paolo's song.
This was my night,
of finally knowing another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem