at the beginning
i went to sleep thinking of you
and i woke up
holding you in my arms
so that in the end
i slept holding you in my arms
and woke up
thinking of you

i see from a certain distance
an old man and an old woman
sitting and hugging
on a bench in the park
i did not go close
to see their faces
willing to remain
only with the diluted image
of a hugging couple
i knew
that i see them
for the last time
i knew that
sometime i will write a poem
about two people
i have
never met

the light can coexist
with the darkness
this is how
sunrise and dusk are born
life can coexist
with death
and that is how
suffering and agony haunt us
only love
can coexist
with love only
and that is why it is
so pure