Since I created myself in youth

Years had gone by

Until I discovered your embrace,

Scholars walked dazzled under the rain, asking

Did Phoenicians create fire?

Did Phoenicians create the alphabet?

The purity of the first instance is repeated in the last

 

Tell Plato,

Life is crumpled memories

leading to more pain than the original wounds

Tell Plato,

Why do you go on so much?

Let us live

Let us bake cakes with jam

And walk on the side of the road

 

It's the hour of midnight prayers

I don't know who to worship

I thank you, oh grudges sitting on the steps of my mind!

I thank you, oh moments brimming with the cloud of betrayal

In bright streets!

I thank you, oh blue flames of rendezvous on bare balconies

You are worthy of worship and gratitude

You who bestowed upon me the gift of awakening

You who bestowed upon the addict next door his awakening

Please bestow upon the colourless curtains of this old room

A colour, crimson

And help the event happen in my absence

Shall we philosophize or live?

The young man gazed at constellations of grapes until the end of his life

And sat on the steps

The railings around the crib are built in vain

Be patient and let the Earth revolve around the Sun

And let the Sun revolve around the Earth

And let Jupiter choose his favourite planet and be satisfied

Then, I will gain a true understanding of knowledge,

I will banish love with a kick from the marrow of my bones

I will take the blame for the murder of doves

None of us were proven to be sober that night

Isn’t it strange?

We are two people

But we have four chairs

And our small round table constantly lives in misunderstanding