to my titan MR55
.
you haven't spent the nights with me on these heights
and from the tergum of this steely giant
you haven't seen, with the pride of the one that has nothing to lose,
towards the canopy of stars
you haven't slept in its arms protected by blackness
nor waken up kilometers away from home
in fear of a new day
the tension from its bones you haven't felt
nor you've seen at dawn its exhalation rising from its flesh
effortlessly, with angel wings
you haven't heard the steely teeth grinding during
the summer sun of August
neither you have admired how he bore without a word, majestic, the city
as a holy palm over seas of fog
nor stucking your cheek moisted by tears to the forehead
its forehead
neither listening to the echo from its womb
for ages
as a temptation longing on the evening loneliness.you haven't asked yourselves from where and how far you the expectation can stretch or lifenor if from its shoulderspoetry could fly forever, for thebestyou haven't listen to that troubled river of light flowing through its hearttherefore, this poem does not belong to you!it will remain the poem of a single love poem with everything included or notwithin its poetry -love and friendship between a baby and the giant of steelthis poem, my life as a paper kite traveling across all lost things...barely a glimpse of you from here and I'd laugh at you-as I don't give a damn on the one I am -as if I wouldn't look hard-hearted of pity and fear at the creation of my friend, sitting firmly on his feet as a giant bridge wrapped over death.
Translated by Daniela Bullas
