News

I am not acquainted with you yet.


I will allow myself to address you informally.


What's new is only what's old already.
News is made from the first letters
of four directions:


north, east, west, and south.

Tonight in cinemas they show
Shiraz and Midnight Lovers.

In the last row nobody will caress or kiss.
Silence.
Today it seems words are lacking.


The word love doesn't suit here —
bitten and beaten,

it is not needed.


You silence yourself,


looking for a sound
you've been trying to find


since you learned how to listen.
And in silence you can fall in love.

I am not acquainted with you yet,


and I will allow myself to address you informally.
We all have four directions to choose from.


Dying is one of life's possibilities —


one of the ways to live.


I wonder what a person would think


if he saw a compass showing nothing.
Death walking north,

death walking south,


death heading east and west.


News — this word made of four letters —

new is everything that's old already.