Post-Scriptum [English translation]

I move away from you, with a deaf anger

The body, the hands, the thought

And I erase it, secret, one by one

The lit candles of your wind

Free, I put the body on its place

I wear the city, I comb a thirsty river

I think I win and I run, and I don't understand

I think I sleep, but I don't get time

And the emptiness sets over my belly

And the nostalgia in its sustenance follows

And I say, this addiction on your eyes of mine

Such a slow, very slow green

If I think I leave you, I already want you

If you think I refuse, I already long for you

If I think I hate you, I already wait for you

And I offer you again what I fear

If I think I shut up, I already scream at you

If I think I hide, I already offer myself

If I think I don’t feel, it’s because I lie

And I say, this addiction on your eyes of mine

If I think you look at me, I shudder