marți, 27 martie 2012

Somebody to stop the rain

traducere de Cristiana Ghiţă

It is raining since Tuesday
But you tell me to enjoy the mud
My hands turned green and I’m almost naked
In my effort to warm the trees

So I see three-dimensional
you think more than I do and that transforms you
into a beast
after leaving the psychiatrist you are not yourself
a child looks at me between the bed sheets
cloaked in a mantle of grass

the morning uproar enervates the dreams
(another suicidal became famous overnight)
you are leafless and you don’t welcome me
until you clean that inexpressible mud
I climb the walls and I still don’t stop the bells
which strike with an almost divine despair.