A keresés eredménye

At your side, mute

At your side, mute
I think I put my hand
On your shoulder, I don't know
Absent both,
You from the shoulder, me from the hand
Out there, not so far away
From the glass pane, morning goes by
And there is calmness, sadness, end.
 

Quatrain

It should be given to us to die
With a love inside us that is still alive,
As it should be given to a bird
To die a natural death while flying
 

Here, on the Cape of the World

Here, on the Cape of the World
All alone with the sea,
I disperse my ashes.
I am at peace,
I turn into a marine cave.
 

Trench

At zero o'clock, I missed the prayer to the Virgin.
By my side, someone tried to keep
The bowels in the body
That no longer belonged to him,
Bowels with their own life,
Sliding, meandering,
Hovering unreal lights like medusozoa
As it rumbled
The ridiculous baritone voice.
In all this, lives are
Captivity, stench, heat.
I won't forgive myself for betraying
The death of so many
Just because death didn't want me.