Ceaselessly you enter my mind
like an urgent poem
to dispute fixed views on life
and change accepted images of the word.
Unstoppably you come
the unshakeable conviction
that a man is a self-sufficient being.
Thus we always live unthinkingly together,
and far from one another
in our two-in-one dream.
Always you enter my mind
when I’m woken from sleep by air raids
of themes, images and pictures of poetry.
And thus I know that everything belongs indivisibly to ourselves
just as we do to each other.
This is the urgent poem,
whose point you force me to keep silent
like a secret,
where there’s no place for another
and which can exist completely without words
and other witnesses.