Will to power
"A cada atur de mirada
floreix el mal en bellesa"
Segimon Serrallonga
How easy it would be to talk about rainy
days that never end. About places
that don't exist although they have
unsettled our memory.
About the damp earth when
your shoes get covered with mud.
About the daily kiss to say goodbye
that tides us over until late evening.
About the stubborn steps it takes
every morning to get the cab
meter of our lives started.
About the heat your body gives off
when you're asleep. About the flowers that wilt
because we didn't change the water. About the apparent
simplicity of your hands.
How easy it would be to write
a poem if, in the final draft, I could capture
the first days of just any summer.
Even a chance smell
to remind me of the massive power of your skin.
(Poem translated by D. Sam Abrams)
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