By a visit to the blonde she-lawyer
She sat side by side with her big dog
Infront of me, piercing me
with their fierce eyes like a dagger
I was surprised to have the dog with us
For a while I felt insulted
In my memory is the dog something worthless
Am I too as worthless in her eyes?
A Dog is a symbol of filth, terror and disgust
That is in my memory preserved
I wondered why the animal was with us
For fear of me being a strange man?
I looked nice and neat, dressed my best clothes
And told her my story like the most brilliant philosophers do!
My head was spinning in a whirlwind of confusion
Maybe she hides a hidden purpose behind it?
Maybe she wanted to raise my status in her eyes
to the level of her Dog?
FRYAD HUGO
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem