I love you
You are pulling me apart.
It is always dejavu,
Having neither end nor start.
My passion is like hell’s fire.
Now I am all carnal desire.
But kissing me, you are silent
Though you used to be gabby.
What will be next? A reunion? A quarrel? A riot?
Can our love be still saved from damned misunderstanding?
24. 05. 2014 (tr.)
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