FORGIVE ME, MY LOVE
My love, do not get angry
when I shout
like a child,
it’s simply that
I am a child
who never played,
who never grew up.
I don’t say this to justify
my bad behavior,
but simply
to say
that I love you,
or simply
ask for forgiveness.
Let me keep thinking
about my political poems,
about my love poems,
about my philosophical poems,
about my poems of dreams,
or about everything that I’d like to write
for you, beloved woman.
Let the poet shout
and write his poetry,
which is a sprig of bread,
it is a drop of water in the desert,
it is bread and water for everyone,
it is the inspiration of the soul
for you, ladies of love.
Translation by:
Monique James & Belkis Possamai