Cool and I still have the wide open window.I threw shoes
away because they pressed me mercilessly. The sole also
came off. I bought new and I am cleaning so that they gleam
as the mirror, in whom I can look at itself in the mirror.
I met the father in the way.He got to know me, and just like
in the old days he smile. I saw the golden ring, which ages he
didn't wear on his finger. flew away already with the mother,
now are together. I waved, hanging the look on the cloud.
I extinguished a fire and anew now I am lighting, slowly
heating up like to the shadow-boxing. I am closing my eyes
forgetting that at one time they were blue. Sweet almonds for me
smell and I smell their taste as the slice of the festive cake.
I will build the small bridge at one time right next to the
larch house, or else I will become the monk and I will always
wander uphill, against the wind and where they are wounding
stones. A time will come for the rest and my candle will flash
and will go out...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful, romantic, great written. It is worthwhile reading. I like it very much. DA