your eyes told me everything... did you think
that something before me would be hidden? don't
count on it. I have too much common sense and I
am not wearing too tight shoes. nothing for me
isn't chafing.
I like situations when you suspect me of the
almost girlish artlessness.
my purple from a distance. from close up other
advantages are predominating.
and very much it suits me. therefore I can not
worry that at any time I will run short of the
sense of humour, as needed as the glass of
water... sometimes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem