Имах толкова много почти… Имах толкова много цяло… Имах толкова много усмивка

Остана само фасетният прозорец и няколко пакетчета  с чай. Водата в езера от кафяво няма да стигне за още една часа соленост…  Така си отивам. 

Попантофила гордостта си, 

с ролки горчивост, 

с цигара за смелост 

и

винаги, когато вали.

Каква съм клиширана дори в последната лудост. 

Кови, ковачо, кови…

Неспирай даже за миг…

Кови, докато има още какво да бъде ковано…

Намигвам на старото аз

Приветствам поредната роля

И хванати за ръка закрачваме към чуждо начало.

RECOLLECTIONS ON ST. VALENTINES DAY

LESSON No. 1

You fall in love with every book you touch. You never break the spine or tear the pages. That would be cruel. You have secret favorites but, when asked,  you could never choose. But you did not knowthat books fall in love with you, too? 

They watch you from the shelf while you sleep. Are you dreaming of them, they wonder, in That wistful mood books are prone to at night when they're bored and there's nothing else to do but tease the cat. 

Remember That pale yellow book you read when you were sixteen? It changed your world, that book. It changed your dreams. You carried it around until it was old and thin and sparkles no longer rose from the pages and filled the air when you opened it, like it did when it was new. You should not knowthat it still thinks of you. It would like to get together sometime, maybe over coffee next month, so you can see how much you've both changed.

And the book about the donkey your father read to you every night when you were three, it's still around - older, a little worse from wear b ut it still remembers the way your laughter made ​​its pages tremble with joy.

Then there was That book, just last week, in the bookstore. It caught your eye. You looked away quickly, but it was too late. You felt the rush. You picked it up and stroked your hand over its glassy cover. Knew It you were The One. But, for whatever reason, you put it back and walked away. Maybe you were trying to be practical. Maybe you thought there was not enough room, enough time, enough energy. But you're thinking about it now , are not you? 

You fall in love so easily. 

But 

just so you know, 

they do, too.

THAT'S LOVE, NOT SOME CHEESY ROSE AND A BOX OF CANDIES! HAPPY ST. VALENTINES DAY!