Infected by the opposite
Side of the world
Two strangers sit
On chairs not sturdy
And are suddenly swept
Away through the air
By a wind too surreal
As they fly, they cry
Over petty things
And stupid people
A past not forgotten
But hardly meaningful
They meet in a place
Not documented
And are thrown together
Violently, weightlessly
When cold atoms meet
The world condenses
And they become one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And what can be a better definition of a stranger than this one of yours Stefanie.Minblowing.Superb.Outstanding and fantastic.Enjoyed very much.