Wednesday, 14 July 2010

patrizia cavalli

Now that the time seems all mine

Now that the time seems all mine
and no one calls me for lunch or dinner
now that I can stay to watch
how a cloud loosens and loses its color,
how a cat walks on the roof
in the immense luxury of a prowl, now
that what waits for me every day
is the unlimited length of a night
where there is no call and no longer a reason
to undress in a hurry to rest inside
the blinding sweetness of a body that waits for me,
now that the morning no longer has a beginning
and silently leaves me to my plans,
to all the cadences of my voice, now
suddenly I would like a prison

trans by Judith Baumel

4 comments:

Totalfeckineejit said...

Interesto!

swiss said...

i should really post links and whatnot for these but after all the typing it's just not happening!

Marion said...

so yer back! :)

swiss said...

and posting madly!