Under a Certain Little StarMy apologies to chance for calling it necessity.My apologies to necessity in case I’m mistaken.May happiness not be angry if I take it for my own.May the dead forgive me tha...
True love. Is it normal is it serious, is it practical? What does the world get from two people who exist in a world of their own?
The hour between night and day. The hour between toss and turn. The hour of thirty-year-olds. The hour swept clean for roosters’ crowing. The hour when the earth takes back its warm embrace. The hour...
Ningún día se repite,ni dos noches son iguales,
Musi być do wyboru,Zmieniać się, żeby tylko nic się nie zmieniło.To łatwe, niemożliwe, trudne, warte próby.Oczy ma, jeśli trzeba, raz modre, raz szare,Czarne, wesołe, bez powodu pełne łezŚpi z nim jak...
I’ll never find out nowWhat A. thought of me.If B. ever forgave me in the end.Why C. pretended everything was fine.What part D. played in E.’s silence.What F. had been expecting, if anything.Why G. fo...
Four billion people on this earth,but my imagination is the way it's always been:bad with large numbers.It is still moved by particularity.It flits about the darkness like a flashlight beam,disclosing...
En el tercer planeta del sol la conciencia limpia y tranquila es síntoma primordial de animalidad.
Die - you can't do that to a cat...Something doesn't startat its usual time.Something doesn't happenas it should.Someone was always, always here,
But any knowledge that doesn’t lead to new questions quickly dies out: it fails to maintain the temperature required for sustaining life.
اليقظة لا تتلاشى.كما تتلاشى الأحلاملا همهمة ولا جرس،يُبددهالا صرخة أو جلبة.تصدر عنهامُشوشة ومُلتبسة،هي صورُ الأحلام.مما يدفع لتفسيرها بطرقٍ عديدة ومختلفة،اليقظةُ تعني اليقظة.وهذا هو اللغز الأكبرللأحلا...
È vero, taccio - ma tacciosolo per timoreche il mio canto in futuro mi dia dolore,che verrà giorno e d'un tratto smentirà le parole,resteranno ritmi e rime,se ne andrà l'amore,
When they said he didn’t exist, he couldn’t die of grief, so he had to be born. He’s already out there living somewhere; he blinks his little eyes and grows.
The track’s all yours. We won’t get in your way: by then we will have set off chasing ourselves rather than you.
Quatro bilhões de pessoas nesta terra,e minha imaginação é como era.Não se dá bem com grandes números.
Me parece que solo será a partir de la próxima generación cuando caminar se convierta en algo vanguardista.
Kucam na vrata kamena.-To sam ja, pusti me.Hoću da uđem u tvoju unutrašnjost,da pogledam uokolo,da te upijem kao dah.-Odlazi! - kaže kamen -Čvrsto sam zatvoren.Čak razbijeni na komadebićemo čvrsto zat...
I let myself be invented, modeled on my own reflection in his eyes. I dance, dance, dance in the stir of sudden wings. The
Eve from the rib, Venus from foam,Minerva from Jupiter’s head –All three were more real than me.When he isn’t looking at me,I try to catch my reflectionon the wall. And I see the nail where a picture...
But in the language of poetry, where every word is weighed, nothing is usual or normal. Not a single stone and not a single cloud above it.