The cat and its shadow. They are two cats - but it is really only one. For me, this explains
the divinity. The shadow is a more enigmatic cat. It is more of a cat. All cats should be like
this. Smeared on the wall. It would be nicer to see them walk. But then I could not use an
arch-backed cat as a bookmark for where I've read up to. But I could stop it on the wall and
under it fix a little almanac. An almanac is a small treatise on philosophy. I have attempted
a definition. It is so dangerous! But - fortunately for me - the cat has undone my ideas - in
a leap - and it has lain down on the armchair - on its shadow.
From a bundle of fur - which looks as if a woman had left it on the armchair - rises a light,
hoarse music.
Now there is absolute silence. I have seen the light music fade in the air like a colour.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem