(...)
We both want the very same thing
We are praying
I am the one to save you
But you don't even own,
your own violence
(...)
Do you think you can just stop,
when you're ready for a change?
(...)
Wolf-spider, crouch in your funnel nest,
If I knew you, once,
now I know you less,
In the sinking sand,
where we've come to rest,
have I had a hand in your loneliness?
(...)
What a woman does is open doors.
And it is not a question of locking
or unlocking.
Well, I have never seen
such a terrible room
gilded with the gold teeth
of the women who loved you!
(...)
with the loneliness
of you mighty men,
with your mighty kiss
that might never end,
while, so far away,
in the seat of the west,
burns the fount
of the heat
of that loneliness.
There's a man
who only will speak in code,
backing slowly, slowly down the road.
May he master everything
that such men may know
about loving, and then letting go.
(foda-se)
