In the course of a day we shall meet one another.
But, in one day, things spring to life,
they sell grapes in the street,
tomatoes change their skin,
the young girl you liked
never came back to the office.
Suddenly they changed the postman.
The letters now are not the same.
A few golden leaves and it's different:
this tree is now well off.
Who would have said that the earth
with its ancient skin changes so much?
It has more volcanoes than yesterday,
the sky has brand new clouds,
the rivers are flowing differently.
Besides, so much as come into being!
I have inaugurated hundreds
of highways and buildings,
delicate, clean bridges
like ships or violins.
And so, when I greet you
and kiss your flowering mouth,
our kisses are other kisses,
our mouths are other mouths.
Cheers, my love, cheers for all things,
in what falls and flourishes.
Cheers for today and yesterday,
the day before and tomorrow.
Cheers for the bread and stone,
cheers for the fire and rain.
For what changes, borns, grows,
consumes itself, and becomes a kiss again.
Cheers for the air we have,
and for what we have of earth.
When our life dries up,
only the roots remain to us,
and the wind is cold like hate.
Then let us change our skin,
our nails, our blood, our gazing;
and you kiss me and I go out
to sell light on the roads.
Cheers for the night and the day,
and the four stations of the soul.
(PN)
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 9:22 PM UTC
In the course of a day we shall meet one another.
But, in one day, things spring to life,
they sell grapes in the street,
tomatoes change their skin,
the young girl you liked
never came back to the office.
Suddenly they changed the postman.
The letters now are not the same.
A few golden leaves and it's different:
this tree is now well off.
Who would have said that the earth
with its ancient skin changes so much?
It has more volcanoes than yesterday,
the sky has brand new clouds,
the rivers are flowing differently.
Besides, so much as come into being!
I have inaugurated hundreds
of highways and buildings,
delicate, clean bridges
like ships or violins.
And so, when I greet you
and kiss your flowering mouth,
our kisses are other kisses,
our mouths are other mouths.
Cheers, my love, cheers for all things,
in what falls and flourishes.
Cheers for today and yesterday,
the day before and tomorrow.
Cheers for the bread and stone,
cheers for the fire and rain.
For what changes, borns, grows,
consumes itself, and becomes a kiss again.
Cheers for the air we have,
and for what we have of earth.
When our life dries up,
only the roots remain to us,
and the wind is cold like hate.
Then let us change our skin,
our nails, our blood, our gazing;
and you kiss me and I go out
to sell light on the roads.
Cheers for the night and the day,
and the four stations of the soul.
(PN)