camm aven [English translation]

In my memories of a scattering womb,

The color of the deep sea

Is all that is floating in my field of vision.

It’s a lie, right? My throat gets hoarse.

It’s my fault for not changing; slap me in the cheek

Do you want to smile?

In that case, live, and resent God.

Kill it completely!

My desire to become a fish does not come true.

It’s tied by plastic chains- “is this happiness?”

Don’t touch me; your hands can no longer bear it

I’m afraid of vomiting. Slap me in the cheek.

Don’t touch me; your hands can no longer bear it

Don’t be caught; signal to a frightening person!

The only thing that does not change is my center,

Slap me in the cheek.

You want to smile! Therefore, let’s resent God.

The two of us together, in those memories.