The two cross the road customary-like
On the path to a chat, mysterious-hike,
The night is black, warm for January.
The hour in the bar is quietly contemplating
Two young men deep in conversation,
Drinks are ordered, familiar door opened.
The telling of their weeks is thrilling
Like poets unleashing the exhilarating
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem