Morning in the station,
the girls laughed guffaw
I was thinking about you.
Noon:
I said to the girls: see you tomorrow
I ate lunch with you
Night:
Only you and me
Wind,
Made his little sad girls shiver
On your body
Carved them on my lips.
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I would like to translate this poem
Ana's comment Lovely metaphor...