(Translation: Paul Vincent)
If moving on seems impossible, then choose one single
moving on, one splendidly
stubborn deed, if need be: hearing fizzy water every midnight
exploding bubbles, a sort of star-listening
instead of star-gazing. If moving on is impossible,
then choose one journey backward to a moment when
all the ‘one days’ you were promised suddenly became ‘now’,
perhaps to
that morning when ambition was just
growing with you like grey mould
through a loaf.
