This noise becomes stronger over time.
There’s no place to sleep. There’s no corner where
to sit.
No, it isn’t the wind that comes from far away.
Come, rip our bed sheet, my beloved, rip
your dress and fill the cracks.
People put all their belongings in a sack
because all their household
is a slice of bread, a memento and their love for life;
then they kiss and vanish in the darkness.
Come, we’re the last ones. Where do we live?
Why are we left behind?
How would I open a door if not to meet you?
How would I pass a front step if not to meet you?
No, I couldn’t live away from you, my beloved.
But tonight, people wait for us in each corner.
Give me your lips for a moment.
Maria, prepare my bag.
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