Crazy Ali, el poeta

Le conocí detrás del mostrador en una tienda de antiguedades cerca de la aldea de Ortahisar. Me llevé una sortija de plata de lapislazuli...

Crazy Ali en la tienda

.. y él me recitó esta poesía, que me emocionó:

HIDE AND SEEK

One star slipping down your eyeleash

Which is it, I say, red or blue?

It entered at one point

While I was playing hide and seek with your eyes.

Shall I touch wood or shall I kiss you?

While the seconds were turning in my brain

Tired lips became wet

While I was playing hide and seek with your eyes.

No lightning, no rain

But we were drenched

Half naked we embraced our hopes

While I was playing hide and seek with your eyes.

Gracias Crazy Ali