Whereas a glass of water was enough to wet your hair,
A slice of bread, two olives to fill our stomachs
If I kissed you once, the second felt itself neglected,
If I kissed you twice, the third bent its neck in sadness. . .
translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat
How delightful~
I’m glad you liked it, Cindy.
Such wonderful description, so moving.
Glad you like it.