If I would open myself to the world. To laughter. To applause.
If I’d read a poem. If I’d prolong my tongue to distant countries
who would be the blank man if I sanded down his heart
If my brain’s gears would stop for a moment. If I’d brush.
If you would march off from my mind. Spontaneously.
You have a mind. Your feet. If you would give up somewhere.
If I’d fall from the language of the notebook, if I wouldn’t dream of you long,
if I wouldn’t be able to think where is the cat what curiosity
You. If you would push off from my memory from my heart.
Translated by Andrew Wessels