poem
Shame on you, life, for you being sinned,
I wish to live with you no more
that you led me back again on this
long-forgotten, well-remembered road.
Now I go. It’s not a threat, not an easy vow,
with great faith and kindness I go.
I have been burned by your fires,
on my body, the sores are
fashioned to your desires.
Ah life, without you
I would have been a pleasant thing,
if you hadn’t left my little joys alone.
When the night fall, don’t call out my name,
leave me playing in the moon.
I already feel free and remote from you,
I taste no haste and no reluctance to depart.
Thus I to life, slightly smiled
while closing my thin file
and ready to set new words,
saying goodbye.
