last night
we had a reunion.
twenty five years
ago we were teaching
in a science
high school to the
best of our
abilities.
tonight we met
some of the brightest
students we had.
one has become
a judge in a higher
court, the other a lawyer
and an accountant.
the other has become
another teacher like
us and he sits silently
at one of the corner
chairs
the conversations
are overlapping and
laughter reigns as
we remember the good
times
our lapses too
and shortcomings which
we suppress as we
want to forget them
all
in one corner i pick
up a book about an
adulterer who could not
sleep that night
when he read somewhere
that it is not happiness
which matters
but the passions that
you are living in your
life
thus taking all the risks
of losing a job
a family and even
the sad past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem