I’m talking about suffocating it, making it disappear;
letting it drown under its own pressure.
True, what I’m really speaking of is me.
And I’m already exhausting all my reserves.
Why?
–I asked–
why you want to see me die.
I may have opened an impossible door,
and now you point at me, wishing to see me fall
Do you think to stir this hell is to survive?
I don’t, and even if it gives me pleasure,
All I feel is death right behind me,
roaring and screaming at me all that I am: my fatality.
I’m going, I tell myself, to bury all I ever was.
Under my own eyes,
I am no mythological warrior, only a man.
And poor him, who knew how to win and lose at once.
Stop! Poet of kisses you will never put into verse;
to love is different from what you pretend to be
You will never see Nothing, Everything, and No One rise as one
Choose wisely, choose to live and not to die.
Stupid human who believed that thinking
was a lovely reason to exist.
Ouch! You console yourself with nothing but yourself.