Some things remind me of intelligent woman.
Capable, powerful, precise,
not interested in charming ruins,
smiling without a shadow
of cowardice
to me as to the matter
of the past.
Leading her course under respected rulers:
babies, family, distinct craft.
Testing her spirit with exercises
of coexistence
and making love.
Interrupting affairs
with a modest cough.
Some things remind me of jittering youngster
wearing clothes of old men.
Being no tenor always seeking
penultimate notes and
dramatic scene,
borrowing life
split into now and then.
I wonder how they could have fit together:
cornelian lightened with topaz.
Never set up in a precious necklace,
not engaged, nor broke
with a fuss.
Coupled as words in the phrase:
"Tout passe".
How could they avoid this bourgeois torture?
Stuck fiercely to the chosen path.
Ready to share a joke, but not the future
kept living each given
day and, alas,
Forgot love story
imagined once.