The world from a drained fountain

are you alone? It’s ok

between eyelashes world can be seen better when you don’t know about the closer shoulder

blink a lot and be quiet the light is long the road is too short

you’d like to be but you’re just a noise

foreign and elsewhere coloured

you see

the woman always must walk slowly on the narrow streets

with one step behind the man

if she’s a woman

if not

opened is the gate of the world and the mind undeveloped

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dear Mutti

today I keep silent as I never did before hard pushed and lonely

I even don’t know how to tell you that

though I get away from you forever each morning

in the evening I still find myself near you

I wouldn’t even know how to describe you

these heavy stones from which I build mountains by anybody unseen

in the sun

a oblong ululation raised from the desert I haven’t understood it

when was almost to meet us was almost night

the city lifted us over the roofs

when we suppose to touch the sky with the hand

swiftly

I fell in a dry well

and you remained hanged by the dumb corner of the moon

dear Mutti

I write to you from a drained fountain

translated by Marius Surleac