I am very proud of my cousins… I have many cousins (a good thing!), but the ones I’m talking about are about half a generation younger than me. Somehow they have managed to be wiser than what we were, more balanced, better-poised, even though the environment has not been nice to them. Anyway, some of my younger cousins occasionally put tidbits of poems or prose on facebook from themselves or the people they know, and I enjoy reading them… enough to spend a few minutes on a lousy translation :)

_{The original piece was longer, but I’m too lazy to translate all of it… oh, and this is all I know about the author}

”...She gathers around all her regrets
And stuffs them in a worn-out suitcase.
Yearning for one last puff,
inside the walls that have never been home,
she stares into the dominance of silence in the street
and realizes that
she has not left yet,
and realizes
how tired she is even before leaving…

She betrays the waiting suitcase,
sits down,
and drinks the moonlight with the last bitter drops of tea,
and with lungs filled with nothingness,
buries her sobbing head
in the flow of “To-Where”s and “So-What”s.”