Poezie

Suicide

by Marin Sorescu

1 min lectură·1 aprilie 2009

Mediu

In me there were twenty generations

To say the least

And this morning, I can\'t tell why,

Maybe as the window was open,

One jumped from the ledge.

Then, all of them

Started throwing themselves

As if off a trampoline,

One after another, in a row,

According to the principle of disintegrating

Sheep.

In half an hour

I was left completely naked,

And, ashamed, I jumped as well.

I think I died around the fourth floor,

In any case, by the second,

I was gone.

All these

Are now conveyed to you by a passer-by,

That is to say, one of us,

Whose fall was broken.

006.958

Sergei Schenkkan. “Suicide.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/sergei-schenkkan/poezie/1830240/suicide

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