Like Ophelia by Hamlet

 

For the best night to follow the worst night

You should always arrive late in a Persian way

Especially when you have cried until four a.m.

Like four hundred years of loneliness

Hit by the Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune

You should hesitate, arrive late and miss the play

To lie down like Ophelia by Hamlet

Whispering his soliloquy in your ear in Persian

A tragedy more dramatic and wilder than yours

Three times until you fall asleep exhausted and neutral

In order to forgive, to have compassion for the one

Who broke your heart; perhaps he had a reason,

So you should always arrive late at least ten minutes

To be held at the door, and not even get refunded

To meet the smart guy on TV who tells you the plot

In three minutes the moment you are about to burst

In to be or not to be, to go on like this and suffer

Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles, and end it all

To hear him say, life goes on, it goes up and down

You should delay, arrive late, then unPuzzel your will

For a happy ending with the Prince of Grief

To meet, to drink and Perchance to Dream

With the actor, the director, the writer, the poet

The painter, the translator, the film maker, the artist

The architect, the… oh what a carnivalesque

So burlesque in the ears of reality viewers

Oh my life, my life, my life, you are so surreal!