1.
Now I am unfinished, but trembling,
like a leaf in the wind, beloved.
Now I am a border,
between spring and winter –
at the same time one with you,
but different and unpredictable.
Now I am more reserved,
but categorical like rain
with a soul that keeps flowing;
with this difference that it never cries –
only gently caresses the thirsty window…

2.
Now I am a union of friendship
and warm feelings…
I know that I will still grow –
my soul will be young:
strong – in the cradle of poems,
in my dreams of caresses – weak…
I am unfinished, but desired!