Lost by distances,
blind by doubts,
mistaken – by expectation,
will we ever find each other?
There is one choice,
and many roads…

Where do you sit down in the evening,
when fatigue seduces you?
She is the pimp and sinner
of your surrender…
But after it, not for me is the silence
of the smile asleep
in your thighs.
No longer for me is your Youth,
to whose peak it reached with me.

The memory of you remained with me –
such as I created you
from much loving.
For me is the thought that someday
from many distances,
on some dusty crossroads,
you will meet my tired verse again:
“I loved you – you will hear
in your next lives too!”