here..

Here on the same ground we walked, on the same sky from which we pluck a cloud and hid it in the pocket of the blue pants I bought you, on the very edge of the notebook in which I recorded all the dates I saw in you, I wrote the number of kisses I stole from you, and I did not record any hugs I felt With him in safety, a person cannot regret love, nor the number of hugs in which he wrapped another orphan’s bosom, we are all, it is a cold war that lingers in the heart, it is not time for anyone to bandage me the cracks of my heart that have been silent for a while.

I return to every tremble of my hand with which I could not control myself and I was ashamed and cursed myself because my lips turned blue as if I was miserable on a table in a café that the comrades abandoned before the rubble and debris.

We abandon and leave and forget and wave the flag of surrender.
As if the smell of orange and lemon blossom is forgotten! How can she forget, for heaven's sake, the angels, the laurel wreaths, and your sweet face?