the only I can remember
is the silence on the table
except the coffe by his side
and his hands, with some tremble
and that he said:
there is this moment of love
you may live it or not
it may vanish
all in the next shot
I just whisperd
if love is love, it can't be right
this moment will end in eternity
but
what we are now?
quite apart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem