My human nature makes itself unpunished
master of the inhuman.
I listen: a beating heart
is so common nowadays. Anyone without it
disturbs the pattern with the precision of despair.
The history of long-suffered pain pursues me
like the two stars - hey, twin brothers!
By all that's Pollux - who can touch me?
I no longer feel looked at like a fish in water;
here nobody has time for peace.
Mammie, around me they put bullets through their heads.
Suicide's a measure of the quality of life.
Who will, who can, who dares!
Pain begins at the base of the nose. Spare me the details.
I am a sick body's child.
Even without you every star will burst
red. Mammie, they're shooting me inside me.
The indisposition is just the beginning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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