Stop biting your fingernails, girl.
Sometimes it's enough to just smoke a cigarette in the balcony
and wish only blessings to the first passerby.
Strech a little. Like that.
Think of the many lives wasted
From love and apathy.
The curse you uttered on that twilight
Didn't overthrow the sun's carriage,
Neither did it disturb the despot's sleep.
Nothing changes.
You certainly don't.
Wrapped in the sweetness of darkness
And depression,
You look at the stars.
You already know it's pointless counting them,
It's also pointless for them to count your kinks and scars.
Suddenly, you wish for roasted corn
And some good raki
But you don't get tempted
You step on the ledge, smile
Then you flap.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem