Lovegraphy

Every separation is a beginning.
You are now on the wrong side.
I am already far from that starting point.
Now there is the smell of the earth that
grows yellow ivy meadow.
On the trunk of damp and wild bushes,
I'm also on the verge of uphill reverse roads.
The horizons of which I want to disappear
and despite the peaceful evenings we were spared
now I'm in search of the warm dawn of the Sun.
Instead of the stars that I now look for with
the light of my eyes
my most memorized songs
I have trouble with the syllables I remember.
Ice-cold and blood-curdling ridged northerly winds
it is already changing my facial features.
I feel bad, maybe in the name of humanity,
as if in the morning by the side of crooked roads,
as if I am begging under the wish trees.
I probably don't even know myself today.
How many years did my one step take?
I am seventy years old in half a day.
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