you shall soon meet her
without her bandana and
you will open to her your
longings and you shall ask
why she remains single all
those years when she was
such a beautiful maiden
with slender arms and soft
hands, and you shall have
some confessions about
some matters of the heart
about women who savor the
loneliness beneath the
deep sunken eyes and
you shall tell me there is
nothing to be afraid of
about loneliness and
lovelessness, you relate like
two old best friends to the
notes of the piano playing
in the dark. There is no
reason. There is no demand
for an explanation. You kiss
each other cheek to cheek.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem