When will the deathOf Death ever come?from “The Siege
Let them shoot us in the head,My blood will grow rootsand will blossom.
SOWING LIGHTNINGSeizeBolts of lightning from the skyAnd plant them in fields of life.They will grow like tender sprouts of fire.Charge somber thoughtsWith unexpected flash,You, my lightning in the soil!
TIMETimeAnd how it slips through my fingersWithout putting its ring on them,And I remain simply its lover
The forest has shrunkAnd fear has expanded,The forests have dwindled,There are less animals now, less courage and less lightning, less beauty and the moon lies bare, deflowered by force and then abandoned.
SECOND SUNSo much bloodHas been spent in this world,But we have not yet built a sun of blood.Listen, my friend,To these trembling words:A second sun will be born of our blood in the form of a heart.
It rainsAnd rainsAnd rains.But there is a sky above the rain,Nothing can rot the sky.Earth has turned to mud. What of it?The heart of the planet is made of fire, of ardent sun.(from “A Rainy Day”)
Innocent droplets of rainMake almost all events Quite natural.(from “A Rainy Day”)
ABYSSOur country livesAmong the deadAnd dies among the livingSometimes.
IN OUR CELLSThey keep us in our cellsFor a long time…And, if we get out,We lug them with us on our shoulders,Like a porter with a chest of goods.
Handcuffs weigh much more than gravestones.(from “Gratitude”)