XXLove letters

 

When nothing was more stubborn than our love,

 

 

You probably thought,

‘She checks me out from head to toe,

She can tell a newcomer one mile away,

She takes a glance at her watch,

She looks at me guessing,

‘Is he a maniac?

No,

Is he an artist seeking cheap rent?’

I stare at her beaming,

She doesn’t trust my broad smile,

I have to wave the white flag,

I don’t understand what she tries to see,

Staring into my soul,

‘It’s around the corners of his mouth,

It’s the well-hidden mockery of the world,

Is he an aspiring writer?

He is a journalist,

Yes!’

After our thoughts stretched out,

They reached  double quotation marks,

It was the first clash of two egos,

We put down the weapons,

Wiping fingerprints off barrels,

We took care of all smocking guns,

We stashed them behind gallantry and good manners,

We dropped the daggers at each other’s feet,

We were two yesterday hippies that did not recognize each other,

Nobody was more evasive than you,

Nothing was more abusive than life,

I said ‘I’m terribly sorry’,

Why is the top of a hill considered to be the best spot?’

I didn’t lie,

Then I lied and I didn’t feel sorry,

‘I didn’t expect such a long queue,

It was a long steep way to the top’,

‘Beautiful women never say ‘sorry’,

‘Sorry’ affects their good looks’,

Paris was dirty,

Parisians were obnoxious,

The police was annoying,

Where was I?

The hill had a view of Paris zinc roofs,

I felt terribly homesick,

The top of the hill is the best spot for martyrdom and sightseeing,

For martyrdom it was early,

The rooster had crowed yet not even once,

You asked me ‘Do you still hurry?’

‘I am still hungry,

What am I saying?

Sorry’,

I should have bitten my tongue,

But the harm had already been done,

That’s why I continued speaking my mind without any sign of worry.