The beautiful women thought
The love poems I wrote
Were about them.
And I always suffered
Knowing that I wrote them
To keep busy.
translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat
The beautiful women thought
The love poems I wrote
Were about them.
And I always suffered
Knowing that I wrote them
To keep busy.
translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat
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My poetry is my religion.
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Hahahaha!
Ah, but you didn’t know me! 😀 😀
True.
That one brought a loud guffaw to my heart. And then I stopped and realised I was lying to myself. I was always writing to them – all of them, the blondes, the brunettes, the redheads. It didn’t matter.
Oh, you are a sly one. 🙂
Don’t we all?
Beautiful…
Yes, we probably all do.
Wonderful.