From the start you big eyes
looked right through me
and your glance
stirred the strings of my heart,
gave me shivers and only you
were in my head
while I read love and passion
in your eyes
and you made Luhatla wonderful for me.
That exceptional hell of a place
suddenly became special
and the exercising in
(before going to war in Angola)
had already become a pattern
and I couldn’t wait
to be with you
and time was only much too short
and days past much too quickly.
Then the morning came that had to be
and I saw courage and something valiant
in your eyes.
How bright the Luhatla sun shone
when the farewell came
and I drove away in my Ratel armoured car
and you had to stay behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem