Everything is an immense void
I would like to remember so many
names I no longer recall

And night becomes darker
and darker, more mysterious.

With the heavy scent of
shedded petals, of broken dolls.
Of live altarpieces;

with terrible pictures
of vanquished countries, of bodies
thrown into common graves.

And I would like to have the power
of mitigating such pain. .

Of crying without restraint,
of forgetting
so much impotence

Translated by the author