To Speak About Changes Was to Speak Love

It's a long time since I have heard from you.

I have not received even a little piece of paper,

even like an official one from offices,

which have forgotten my name and my existence.

The generation machine is still sweet

between my thighs, but for a long time

I haven't felt the sweetness of a letter between my eyes.

We did not stay long enough together

to put us up as a lovers' monument.

Now time comes in place of time.

Sadness is changing its people like clothes

and your serious face is slicing your life:

each slice with another man on it.

Once we were talking about changes.

To speak about changes was to speak love.