That lunatic
got on the train,
out of the window his sanity went,
even if he swore blind that would not be the case,
and got off at the next station, where
he hurled love into a burning pyre.
Meshuga © Ladanseuse
Excerpt from a poem written in 2000, transl. & edited "Mešuge" in 2021
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