For Isolde Poem by Bernard Dewulf

We had drunk. The whole cup at once.
So that in the everyday rush of bodies
our bodies shone. We had
lost the world, the world had lost us,
and we stopped a canopied bed
in which the city could tick away.
It drove around with us, did with us
what we had to do. Then we started giving
names and used them.
So people could not find

us. Daybreak does not tolerate legends,
its light is its sword. The train took
us back, rocking us back to our existence.
There, we are dissolved by someone with white hands,
there, a house keeps us.
We drink, we drink to our happiness there
and we smile while blowing out the candles on the birthday cakes.
don't die. Wounded inside, we kiss the day.
The mirror who wants me to shave.



English version by Sapphire/Ramona Lofton