i take time
or turns
and twists as
i take pictures
on that day
of a sunrise and
a sunset
at a five-minute
interval
two Italians kiss
each other
when the sun finally
falls like a red dot
on the blue horizon
and then
it was dark and then
the lights
on the stores and
hotels are turned
on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem