Now last he told he’ll be out of work once again
and it annoyed me a lot, as it’s like he lives from
one day to another, having no plan that includes
me in a future, but having a mind full of narrow
disagreements. But once he said “I wonder if it
will be like this forever, if we ever will be able to
meet and if we ever get a chans to be together.
And I said “your love will anyhow come famous
from the many poems written by me, so far real
as we can be”. But he said, “I don’t care if to be
literature or any about your writing. I just want
to be a real person in a life that’s real with you”.