i guess we have the
same fate
this christmas facing
a table full of delights
an expensive whisky
that i promise to drink
this day
fried ham, a little macaroni
lettuce and
ceasar's salad with just
bare hands
we have sushi and sashimi
as usual
persian bread and
turkish condiment
then we'll have the
picture
first solemn then
the wacky shot with
our fat wives.
Just
a table for two
the servants are at home
with their
families in the mountains.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem