English translation:
“It was the last day of the universe
I was on the other side
of the words
until the cold and wet
grammatical wall
where language seeps
over the porcelain of meaning
Before us ran
the past in a panic
Behind us the future
came barking
covered in ashes of someone’s homeland
I held my face close
to the body
My pis was powerless
and disinterested
Even the wind was a
oozing wound
There were hard waves
on the sea
and approaches to cool bloom
I was surrounded by men without arms
paper-passing people in
chocked lighting
sharp angles in drift
and suffering
in emergency
They say you can be on a first name term
with death
but life doesn’t answer
Because an insect is like the earth
a drop of water
They forget that life lasts
forever
Death is only visiting
and every sentence
a tattooed butterfly
Because the hands of God
is made of earth”