There still remains an apple that dares

to stretches out above the shadows

 

There still remains the quarrel over the shade

until the renunciation of a branch from the occupation

 

There still remains a ‘certain’ hand there pushed by

the lust of injustice to pull out the ground from its root

under the pretext that it noticed

‘an error in the sands’

 

There still remains from the earth a delegation emerging

of devils to announce that in the earth’s core

is a kingdom – of devils –

ready for fighting

 

There still remains a female peasant

who splits the desired seed into two parts:

one part for her children in the graves

and a part for an apple in the imagination