1 Here I am! I have come back to your remembrance, Come back like a beaten army So, do not try with me your attempt To count the wounded and missing. 2 Letter ,your dot was a winter's fire And smoke of a happy cigarette. Your dot was the suns caught in the hand, An ambiguous summer full of kisses And a sudden entrance to the happy nothingness . 3 After your parting, My death began as a mythical festival. When I asked about its name, I was boxed on my mouth Until my blood flowed. 4 Here I am! I have come back to you Like an addict who decided For the thousandth time To give up drink And managed so every time! 5 After you was my mirror That smiled to my smile And got excited at my coming, You became my absurdity That seized me wherever it saw me, Or whenever it remembered one letter Of my broken letters. 6 I do not conceal this secret from you; After you left, I turned into a sharp zero, An everlasting loss I turned into poetry people loved But I did not. Because it was a bleeding Only an intensive bleeding. 7 I do not conceal this secret from you; After your green night, The nights became fragments. After your fresh bed The beds were no more than deathbeds. After your room on the top The rooms rendered into basements. After your sharp kiss and honey saliva, The kisses became slain birds. And after your words as good as childhood, Words became artificial teeth. 8 After you left, time got lost And nobody knew where. I asked everything about everything But nothing answered me about anything. I published an advertisement In all the newspapers, Asking, where, where and where So, I was accused of mystery, Forgetfulness and nowhere. 9 I imagined women to be like you; Trees of green and fruit of gold, But my imagination was naked, And my nakedness was great. I imagined the towns to be like yours To be myths of black love, kisses of fire And stormy meetings like glassfuls of alcohol But I found them towns of dead people Who communicated through barking And offered each other Nothing but bouquets of insults.