22.10.2021
Whether you come or not
Whether you come or noteither way i'll drag my heavy steps there
lying my tired body
over the secret, deserted rock.
And i shall await and i shall die
and i will resurrect - i speak, i stay-
with your speech
Whether you come or not i will hug you
and i will fit in my mind
your depiction .
Night. I will go and search in the soil
to fight your footprint, to grasp
and kiss in my handful the soil
and i will enclose inside my hands
the coolness of grass and of the branches
as if it were the coolness of your flesh.
Away from my country, here and there
mocking of me, the oil lamps
will evoke me your ghost.
With all the lamps of the night
i will search to find your passage.
And with the shaking of the pale terror
or staring ecstatically
towards the familiar side of the street
Even if you'll come, even if you won't, i shall wait for you.
Crazy perseverance, all around me
the secret, silent night
my heart shall be fulfilled
only by your chanting voice.
And the warriors who shall pass by me
and everything rooted around me
shall announce something about you
and shall deprive me of something of you.
For your sake I found again and I took again
my twenty-year-old lyre,
and i covered
my bent shoulders with the purple color of the alluring passion.
I am the son of ardour
you are the breath of wild lilys
you are my worship, the amulet
of lovelorn barn owls.
Is this a last curse, an evil fate
this yearning, close to you, away from you
or is it the wish of a compassionate angel
that is, to pass away saying your name?
Whether you come or not ,
either way i'll drag my heavy steps there
lying my body over the secret, deserted rock
over thy feet, oh shadow.