Grace

*** Guan Rong

It's almost ten ten years have passed already,
But I still remember, I didn't forget
About you, my Chinese gentle lady.
Do you still remember? You do. I bet.

I'm no longer rush in a steady
To fight for a forbidden love.
Forgive me if I was too rough
With my Chinese gentle lady.
I felt myself enormously tough
And was almost going to marry
On your wonderful and desperate laugh!..

But I'm no longer suffering loose.
I may was not a good person to choose...
I know! I know that, my dear muse.
But nobody has to suffer a guilt.
I remember China and a soft quilt
Covering our naked bodies.
We had nothing to worry about.
The city lights wanted to shout
For us and for everybody who lives.

My memory was ressurected
Earlier than I ever expected
To imagine us both in return.
The life gave me hard lessons to learn.
My soul was so many times burnt
And blown by wind to the ashes.
Now I'm not afraid of the crashes
And of you, Chinese gentle girl.

Everything happens for a reason.
The life is no longer a prison.
My soul is not hidden in a cage.
Quietly, but I'm expecting a rage
Taking everything away altogether
Despite that cold and cloudy weather
In which we were sadly engaged.

Sorry!.. I may have a disorder.
Just now I'm crossing the border
Like the singer leaving a stage.
Behind the window of airplane
The life is getting warmer and warmer.
The poems in my half-opened folder
Express feelings that almost insane.

It's not only because of you, my honey.
The thing is life becomes lovely and sunny
When everything comes to the place.
My blood is spilling fast in the race
With the truth facing to face
Remembering again my dearest Grace.

20 June 2023. "Sochi-Istanbul" flight