 For whoever is lonely there is a tavern. |
| Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs. |
| The blue of my eyes is extinguished in this night, the red gold of my heart. |
| I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods. |
| The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels. |
| Earlier lives drift by on silver soles, and the shadows of the damned descend into these sighing waters. |
| Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls. |
| The guilt of newborns is immense. |
| When we are thirsty, we drink the white waters of the pool, the sweetness of our mournful childhood. |
| Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower. |
