At the beginning were words,
Little hellos that were stuck everywhere.
I was a little frightened, my heart
Clenched with emotion-
They were handsome, sophisticated despite the age –
An exquisiteness that exceeded all limits,
Emanating wisdom with every little gesture.
A charm that germinated in every expression.
It was our first meeting:
I was young and flighty,
A juvenile cat Who felt the
Imperious desire to discover it.
To tame it all of a sudden.
But the merciless tigers spare no one.
I was no exception,
That is why I did my best to please them…
But they reciprocated with breadcrumbs.
It did feel bothersome back then,
But I didn’t feel any revulsion.
I was dissipated, enslaved
I was clumsy,
They lost their calm once again-
The Regal Tigers are always impatient
And I lost my head forever…
Fast forward to a decade in dragonfly time,
I am still the same.
Gullible but no younger.
Now I am
Yet again the slave,
They are my Kings, My faith, My Idols:
The more I collect their words, the more I thirst for them…