Moment in life

You don't know me at all.
You've never seen me before
and you'll never see me again.

It's just a short time
we can spend together,
not more than a moment in life.

But nevertheless my emotions
are running wild.
I want to be near you,
feel your warm, soft body,
smell your sweat,
taste your lips,
as often as I can.

And to let you go
at the end
will be almost impossible for me.

But do I have a chance?



Of course, Latin is an important art.
It's the root of all languages today.
But it is, sad to say
a dead one, and there has to be a way
to give it a funeral corresponding to its high standard.



Never ask me
how I feel
because my feelings
don't like to be
caught up in simple words.