The night is dawning in my head.
Dreams are perishing in sultriness,
On gloomy Sunshine
Of my fears.
...
Trains are, so they say,
Much more comfortable for long journeys
Than the buses
You can stretch
...
You are reading Neruda
At 6 o’clock in the morning
After sleepless night
In somebody else’s apartment
...
Insomnia
The night is dawning in my head.
Dreams are perishing in sultriness,
On gloomy Sunshine
Of my fears.
Silence is bestriding me,
It is sitting on my chests.
Eyeless, it is grubing me up
Through my pupils.
Never to meet
You.
We are never
On the same side
Of eyelids.