what do you mean?

I really love the russian poetry. For example, this one by Marina Tsvetaeva: I like the fact that you’re not mad about me, I like the fact that I’m not mad for you, And that the globe of planet earth is grounded And will not drift away beneath our shoes. I like the fact that I can laugh here loudly, Not play with words, feel unashamed and loose And never flush with stifling waves above me When we brush sleeves, and not need an excuse. I like the fact that you don’t feel ashamed As you, before my eyes, embrace another, I like the fact that I will not be damned To hell for kissing someone else with ardor, That you would never use my tender name In vain, that in the silence of the church’s towers, We’ll never get to hear the sweet refrain Of hallelujahs sung somewhere above us. With both, my heart and hand, I thank you proudly For everything, - although you hardly knew You loved me so: and for my sleeping soundly, And for the lack of twilight rendezvous, No moonlit walks with both your arms around me, No sun above our heads or skies of blue, For never feeling - sadly! - mad about me, For me not feeling - sadly! - mad for you.