Bearing rolling almost nude inside me
Tiny animal of light
Tempest second after second
First, expanse of water over night
Echo coming from a shell
Which never says its name.
Depths of spring.
Silence of winter
One day I dressed myself with you,
Behind the “Black Man” dismantled.
Beauty in every sphere.
Kindness in every thing.
Vastness of serenity placed there
On a single point.
Age and Youth forever joined together
beneath the waves.
An air bubble, almost, on the surface of Elsewhere
Change and chaos, flux and stability
All is Nothing.
The centuries pass like sponges.
Fire feeds on water.
The earth is nothing but a branch of air.
No need to talk to you (about it all).
You are the door behind each word,
The imperceptible boundary,
The flight of a butterfly.
In a hand-shake
When the lasting pain arrives
Of no longer knowing anything.
When the last beloved has vanished in your furrows.
When solitude tears off the blue from images.
Universe unthinkable and yet perceived as a
Trap-door in the future.
Half-way between any traces.
Behind the noise.
At momentum’s heart.
“like unto” a child who dances
to the sound of pipes of Pan.
In what happens to us.
I am you at the level of the day.
So many shadows pirouetting
in the space of a vision.
I set off in search of adventure
With, by way of oranges,
The word “love” and the Invisible.
Alternative translation by
Les Diablerets, Switzerland
November 5, 2001