the plateau
exists too in a relationship
since it is plain
we begin to play our
usual games
not the hide and seek
but
the trip to Jerusalem
under the sun
we haggle for chairs
like all forms of reality
others must
stand and
be left out
when the sun goes out
we play the serious game we know
so intimate
and so private
that romantic night that we
never forget
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem