the right time has come
and it is here with us:
when you leave and when you
arrive, i do not ask any question
when i eat, and i eat alone,
you do not ask too if i am done
when you cook and the flavor
is good and stays in the air
i may salivate but i do not really care
the right time has come
for writing another diary, describing
the hour, the weather, the arrival of
the darkness of the night
and the hope that tomorrow may
still come, so light and so divine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem