Chat book
We met at my start,
To him, days were final.
Studied film, writing,
The same waited for me.
For the last semester
Had written, prepared
A chat-book of poems.
Was detailed, explained
The fight of his parents.
He smashed a pizza
In face of his father…
Curious, I asked him:
'Will you say what happened? '
"My mother had affair
With the next door neighbor,
Was not right, I accept,
So, dad could divorce her,
But he beat, insulted,
Right where we, children,
Stood and observed them! "
Then went on with tears,
His cheeks under shower,
Made floods of mountains.
"My life is strange,
Mom followed her affair,
We, kids live with father! "
He got the best grade
For poem, well-written.
I have kept that booklet
To think of the gone days,
And tropes, genres learned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem