When you opened the door, i thought the door had disappeared your
hand, I stayed in the room without the door for the whole day.
You came with the dark spots of chicken pox on your face
and threw yourself on my bed like a wild animal.
I never had the tendency of the sea to run, so I collected many stones
from the sea and arranged them in my room!
You touched them once and they took your mind away.
I turned the water on, showered and went to the kitchen
to cook for us. My wet body started dancing around the room,
showing you the color of the floor, my furniture's excellent design,
the empty space on the shelf and that color painting on the left wall.
It moved those deflated balloons lying helplessly on the floor,
hiding them under the bed.
It covered that open book with a magazine saying “strange! it believes
in souls.” My wish for you to be here with me was filled with
intolerable pain and hidden frustration.
You had never seen it. I took a chair from the room placed it on the
balcony and sat there.
I closed your eyes with my hands. Held your hand and
guided on the balcony.
But you had taken me in your arms and kissed me.
The gentleman on the balcony laughed at the sight of us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem