And maybe, only maybe, we wouldnt have to wait so long.
Maybe one more summer, maybe less, maybe more, but one hot
summer we will meet again. Both healthy, if not in mind than
in body. We will meet, and the big black tiger will be
forgotten.
And she will smile at us, like she did before, and as
nothing ever happened we'll talk and laugh. And you will
make some coffee. Black.Strong. No sugar for me. And you
will set a nice plate of humus with nuked pita breads.
And maybe not. Maybe we'll meet at the war. And you'll see
me hiding. You'll see me through the telescope on your
sniper. And you'll shoot. And she'll be somewhere else. Far
away from there. Starring in a new block-buster film.
But maybe than, on that exact moment, when your sniper in
your hand and your finger on the triger, maybe than you'll
decide to shoot the black tiger.
And maybe not. Maybe it'll happen in a poor hospital, when
you'll come to visit me after I tried to kill myself. You'll
say you wish I succeed, and you wouldnt mean that. I'll say
I really wish I did, and I'll mean that. And than the tiger
will unnoticed, as it never been there at all. And you'll
sit with her. Talking.
And maybe than, maybe, you'll stop giving all my poems and
stories on "Stage" the grade "1"!!!