Our whole day is boring and long.
Until evening, when we furtively meet.
A kiss, quick and headlong,
To go into the night, as if guilty.
As a bird that doesn’t live long, lightly.
Our long stride is not by marriage tied,
Or the innocent bliss of our first embrace.
But by an easy smile shining the night inside,
Our hands aren’t shaking due to old rings,
Our sorrowful smile blesses the sin
The stigma of lovers in the world entire.
Our whole day is long and boring,
And passes in silence dire.
Only in the eve, as a flower free, untied,
I wait for you. On a bench.