The Wall Poem by Nicolae COANDE

On the salt alley, a few walk in silence
there is one within me who rushes toward them
I pose emphatically with a beer in hand
bulletproof vest, Teutonic shield
when you love, there's a slight vibration.
My brain - Arabian dunes.
To drink coffee in one country
while falling into thoughts in another.
Hands calmly walk on clouds
in daylight, stars are squeezed of deeds
a wall converses with the Jews - the devil
is deaf under seven steps.
I sense when a nation has a fever
in Kuhviertel, a dog barks at the corner
of my name.
When I was born, delirium reigned in the world.

(Translated from the Romanian by Emil Sîrbulescu)