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(Free translation by author Yosef Latman)

The love rolled its eyes,

Hiding in sensual invisible circle,

We lose ourselves, in madness,

Filling to brim our glasses.

Shimmering weightless bodies

Are drowning in darkness…

The thunderstorm… part the half-asleep lovers.

Paper, pen… There is wine on the table…

But need if outsiders know all about us, love labeled?

May 2019- March 2021