I don’t go to bed before I write to you.
I have to pile up my today’s silences
before they turn into a small poem.
I sit down to put the first words
that came to me
when I was standing in the queque
at the patisserie
in butter-and-air anticipation
Mасло и воздух!
I tried to memorize the line
“In a foretaste of happiness,
of nearness of you,
I enjoy every slap of the wind,
for which the reward could only be
an endless shower of kisses
we will feel tomorrow,
many of them for a thousand reasons:
because it’s a new day,
because lips are not only for words,
because I know so little about you
and kisses are the keys
to discover something that counts”.