LES CHOSES ET LES MOTS (THINGS AND WORDS) Poem by Taja Kramberger

Cornice:
Come to me,
fold me in your arms,
hold me tight.

Even when you leave, when you go on
a journey (into a washing machine)
think of me sometimes.
I'm here, waiting for you.

Curtain:
I'm coming. And thank you for
the support. Today it's hard to find
somebody you can lean on.

Even when I'm
on holiday, I'm glad to be back, because
you are the only thing, through which I can
pull open, I can reveal myself entirely.

In the room next to mine, somebody's
hanging the curtains.
He is taking part in a ceremony of marriage
between things of which he knows nothing.