on this street
rain greedily swallows
the liquid asphalt
unraveling the dark circle
of thoughts

They all were dressed in black birds
with the bill thrust into the heart
I was wearing a dying bird
on each shoulder

I and Your angel
forgotten by God
on the soul’s skylight windowpane

the rains grind death-like teeth
in the oculus burgs
I still live in the penthouse
of a sinister nightmare
from which
the others assemble crossed words

...on this narrow street
fall slides hungrily
a shadow robbed in the wings
of a single pedestrian...



(Translated in English by Luminita Suse)