e Blessing of Absence
I feel obligated to absence:
what I miss protects me
from what I might lose;
all my abilities
that dried up in the infertile field of life
protect me from useless, tasteless
movements over the void.
What I miss teaches me
that what remains with me
disrupts my focus
since it projects for me
images from the past
as if they were promises for the future.
I can’t, I don’t dare
to imagine not even a passing angel
since I descend to another
planet without angels.
Love that was a passionate longing
turned into a good friend;
we taste the melancholy of time together.
Deprive me, I beg the Unknown,
deprive me a little more
that I’ll survive.
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