mercredi 11 août 2010


When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.

Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.

The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.
We are the mirror as well as the face in it.
We are tasting the taste this minute
of eternity. We are pain
and what cures pain, both. We are
the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.

2 commentaires:

myra a dit…

meme en anglais c'est fou ce que tu écris bien, beaux poèmes!!!
quel talente de poète!!!!!!!!!!!
je t'admire!

ma grande folle de soeur a dit…

ceux-là ne sont pas de moi ;) c'est de Rumi :) bises