he is filling up his calendar
with travels
dream tours somewhere in the north
and then the south
white sandy beaches, cool green mountains
exotic cuisine, luxury hotels
tickets for two
all paid packaged tours
she is finally saying that she is not going anywhere
she will stay in the house
'... and die early'.
his bags are ready, the plane is waiting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem